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Gwyl Pontsian
The two days were magical
In a fairy tale village
By the rivulet, deep in the valley
Where even the mobile signals get lost
That’s where they gathered
Amongst the marques,
Baskets of damsons, crab apples and cherries
The butterflies, the fairies
The sparrow men out of the pages of Hans Anderson and Disney
The air filled with their laughter
And the aroma of food spread gently with the breeze
The music descended from heaven
In the tent they sat
Faintly aglow with mellow lights
Purples, mauve and amber yellow
His fingers plucked on emotions deep
Tears flowed, pulses skipped
Spirits stirred
Mesmerized the time stood still
Gasped in awe
And the maestro played on
Ecstasy filled the soul
The drive home was long
And lonely
