Tapping on Stones above Pyllau Clais

Tapping on a fence post with a hillside stone -

suddenly she came

invisible presence

sunbeam through cloud.


Look about you now

maybe you'll catch a glimpse

flitting behind grey rocks

or among the grouse chuckling in the heather


Never far away about she roams

Listen and she'll come to you

Turn suddenly

catch her silhouette upon the crest.


Sleeping in the heather

she caresses your cheek with flying mist.

The old Welsh certainly knew her name,

no one hereabouts can say it anymore.


Tap tap, stone on wood,

accidentally discovering the secret sign,

knocking on the door of the old king's cave.

Wordless presences, manifestations


December 1999. Revised 4 January 2003.