Hymn of Comfort

Calon Lan is a Welsh Hymn my mother (and grandmother) used to sing to me when I was a child.

Though countless years have lapsed, I still perceive
your sparkle through September brume. If wilting
I’m replenished, when I catch your lilting
voice and feather-touch upon my sleeve.

Refreshing, like a west-wind through the yews
in dog days heat, your peony perfume
revitalizes, wafting round my room.
When tossed in sleepless waves, all thoughts askew,

I hear familiar strains of Calon Lan,
then drift into a soporific cave,
discovering the tranquil pool I crave.
As timbres linger, threads begin to darn

the frayed perimeters of life’s debris,
repair my yearning for your company.



© capricorn 2019
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Hi Eira,
This brought tears to my eyes. How precious those memories are and how comforting to escape into reverie too. I can relate although my Mum is still with us, a part of her is gone forever.
Very poignant indeed.

Alison xn


So beautiful. Sue.

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