Down through the woods at Penbryn
On the way yr llan y mor,
In my head Erik Satie
On Socrates and Phaedrus,
As they look for beauty spot,
To discuss all forms of love.
What better place than this gorge,
Where brook runs through ancient ferns,
Majestic trees, rocks that babble.
If ever there was a time
To speak of love it is now,
When leaders rouse the rabble,
As blood drips from tiny hands.
We need healers most of all.

Harry Rogers in the Yellow Room, 7th January 2021.