Yr Wyddfa

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by Andrew McCallum

 

We sit on the edge of the peak
and dangle our legs in the cloud.
The sky sparkles blue above us,
the sun’s hand is on our shoulders,
and our shadows in long jagged
puddles spread across the tundra.
Only an eagle surfing the
feeble thermals surpasses us.

We look as far as the eye can
see across the snow-clad expanse,
and the distance looks back at us.
The horizon’s uncertain curve
vouchsafes no Ynys Môn; there is
only ourselves, the depthless blue,
the sun’s hand on our shoulders, and
our shadows reaching into space.

© Andrew McCallum.

 

Andrew McCallum is a member of Biggar Writers' Group and he will be reading some of his work along with other local writers at the Brownsbank Cottage Open Day at Candymill by Biggar on September 12th, between 12noon and 5pm. You can read more of Andrew's work at www.pages.ivillage.com/whitecraw.