A few sticks crackle in the dark.
A heart imprisoned in the stove-black bars.
Outside, in the lonely night, crying.
Memories are running in the hall,
A white owl watching on the frog-backed isle.
Outside, in the silence, her crying.
And the three bells sound . . . . .
Wildly ringing on the tingling sea.
Outside, in the broken church, dying.
Memories of Brynhenllan Church hall, Dinas Cross and Cwm yr Eglwys, Pembrokeshire.
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