Richard Moult



With the newly-born Crocus, all things are present in transfiguration:
From the wild flower constellations of Caer Din to the plateau of Bishop’s Moat;
The Shrewsbury Plain viewed from Callow Hill;
The leaves of Ashes Hollow, the robe of a sleepwalker, darkly cloistered;
That Welsh horizon, cold and blue; painfully revealing Beyond

Who is this deity summoning still, who once stepped from the waters of the Kemp
And who now sings in the sea-spaces between Heisker?
I follow Him with no care of destination,
And no care for the fate of the world to which I am still too connected.

Music: Piano Study (“The Worthings”)

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