Mid Wales

by Bernard Pearson

Driving through the girth
Of Powis in new July
I see the land set
As a table for some banquet
This is a Marie Celeste County
Groaning under nothing
but the green.
Full of people not there now
resting in the care
Of some churchyard yew,
Seeded in the time before
Merlin’s first spell was cast.
Following the Vyrnwy
And the Tanat even though
They too sometimes
Have to ask the way
Through the leafy glade
And past the humpy hill
You are the biggest county in Wales
Unsure how to begin
And where on earth to end.

Bernard Pearson’s (he/him) work appears in many publications worldwide, including; Aesthetica Magazine , The Edinburgh Review, Crossways, and
others. In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize. His first novel Where the Willows End was published in 2021.