SUN ON THE HILL
by Daffni Percival
Poems from Wales
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STORM HORSES
The horses of the night in shining darkness fly;
With wings of lightning, hooves of thunder,
They burst asunder
The leaded sky.
The horses of the night in starry waters drink;
With wild eyes gleaming and wild manes streaming,
They follow the storm
To the world's brink.
Then to the sodden earth they glide to take their ease;
With folded wings, eyes full of wonder,
They stand there under
The dripping trees.
Sun On The Hill
“Daw haul ar fryn”
they say in Wales,
“Sun will come on a hill”.
So put on your wellies,
get out in the rain,
and let life’s weather
send what it will.
Though the landscape
is nought but storm-tossed sky
with never a sign of a hill,
as the storm exults,
and the clouds unfold.
The hills will reveal
themselves, lurking still
and somewhere there
on a distant hill
a velvet patch of gold.
Daw haul ar fryn is pronounced dow hile ar vrin
PEACE IS A PASSING CONDITION
Peace is a passing condition;
A brief cessation
of more than hostilities.
It is tangible, indefinable.
There was a peace in that room
that transcended
the tensions in the air.
Did we share it?
Or was it a gift you gave me,
unaware?
