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.