Oblation to God

In the corner of the prayer

lies Dylan Thomas a constant

reminder of how language

lifts and lilts.

 

He was an oblation to poetry

and to God, a psalm onto

our beery lips.

 

He dug deep into Wales

sacred well listening

to the warp and woof of

sound across his ancient

land

 

revelatory speech for his

bible black prophet’s

word.

 

 

 

from my book ‘the ghost to his green’

copyright 2014  kenneth trimble

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