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Storm over Cwm Pennant

15/3/2018

 
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​The clouds came from the west
war banners flapping, sheets in the wind.
The air full of portent,
tender young oaks chattered in their tubes
birches rattled limbs. 
Spruces round the old quarry twll clenched their wide roots
in soil shelved thinly on slate.

The wind sent some of last Autumns leaves as flyers
"keep down and nobody will get hurt!"
A detatchment of hail rode shotgun
to make sure all was above board.
If there had been a shepherd at Blaen Pennant
he'd have got his flock in quick.
But the windows there were wind holes, purged of people.

Trum-y-Dysgyl ripped the advance guard to shreds
so the clouds gathered darker 
a mile above 
and fell, frayed on the sleeve of a low front
into the cwm.
A joint operation, wind and clouds took control.
Hebog was gagged, walls running into grey. 
There were no landmarks now.

Dusk fell
full of black notes and the wind's chaos.

Birds flattened against rock, or deep within hawthorn and birch. 
A fox shivered inside the opencut above Hendre Ddu.
Sheep rolled about like stones on the moor.
Welsh Blacks above Tyddyn Mawr 
swayed a twenty ton scrum against a wall, eyes wide,
lowing in the wind's wild jabber.

The oaks fought a shrewd battle, letting  branches go
unproductive, expendable-
let the wind think there was damage,
 among the torture of twisting limbs.

But this was the night that the ash trees gave up, 
not that any blamed them; their raddled trunks sundered
lying  along the no-mans land
in the sad, damp pasture. 
We woke up next morning to the loss of their familiar outline.

Gorse was ripped from the ground
"no quarter given, none asked".

The spruce trees fell slowly, at the last, 
when things seemed over.
The wind was tired, but mustered one last tour of the scene
offed a few by the road at Garndolbenmaen.
Sent three down into the twll and four more over the road, 
where the farmer, 
half asleep, ran into one, cursing.

As the first soft drops of mournful rain fell at dawn
the hawthorns gripped 
tightly and decided to go on doing so,
for as long as it took.

Copyright Iain Robinson 2018
Kerry
17/3/2018 09:30:03 pm

This poem so beautifully sums up the nature of the storm. I especially like this verse:

"The oaks fought a shrewd battle, letting branches go
unproductive, expendable-
let the wind think there was damage,
among the torture of twisting limbs."

There would probably be more damage at Cwm Pennant today with the strong winds. Between me heading to Morfa, and coming back, another tree had been blown down on the main road near Graianog Quarry - the workmen were there cutting it and removing it. It is so sad to see so many going. :-(

Iain Robinson
31/3/2018 07:40:51 am

Thank you so much, Kerry...I am delighted that the poem called up some images for you, although sad that it reminded you of recent experiences. I feel the woods are under great threat at the moment, from the ash dieback, the oak disease, man's own hatred of trees and of course, the elements.
Thre will come a time when the trees will march again over the works of man and the way we are going, it won't be long.


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