Standing, Looking

Standing, looking out
over Bangor.
The wind cold
redding my cheeks.
Clouds and coalfire smoke
my breath
all billowing then
streaming. Caught by ice blasts
and disappearing with them.
Hills, like girls breasts of ivory
rounded with points
shelter the village.
Some modest,
shrouded in swirling cloud.
I shiver and envy
placid wool warm sheep
chewing around me.
The tang of home fires
wafts up from the village.
I must return.

Mynydd Llandegai, Wales; December, 1970

About Ed Medley

Ed Medley has been on a random walk for over 50 years. Many scribbles and snapshots at this site are from his vagabond transits; others are from his decades of international experience in geological and geotechnical engineering, academia, and mineral exploration prospecting.
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