FIRST SPRING DAWN . a song lyric about Dinas Head Pembs.

Dull grey through a thorn hedge,

Misty dawn along a cliff’s edge –

The quick foot kicks the peg.

Ape-tailed bracken in a small world,

Empty falling of a stone hurled –

the wire noose spans the jump.

AND THE SALT-WHITE WIND

ON THE NEW CLIFF FIELD

SHIFTS IN A LINE

ON THE TRACTORED DIRT –

A ROCK TORN SIGH

IN THE COWERING HEDGE,

AND THE RAVENS LIFT

ON THE RAINWALL’S RIM . .

THE ISLAND SHIVERS AT THE TOUCH OF DAWN . . . .

Calm seas in the black bays,

White track on the tide-race –

A death’s head rides the rain.

Face down to the day’s life,

Fur splays off a brown knife –

The rain falls on the stare . .