Mary of the Wild Moor

Inspired by the landscape and folklore of northern England and South Wales...the spirit of Dylan Thomas, hovering

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Mary of the Wild Moor

Mary of the Wild Moor

Saw what she had been before

A dancer over mist of dusk

Spinning    swirling through the dust

Dust of all that must decay

To the shore of Carmarthen Bay

She waved to father and to mother

In search of fields of One Another

She skimmed the waves of Day and Night

In search of fields of Dark and Light

Till she reached Carmarthen Bay

Beyond the dust that must decay

Past the moon of Castle Rock

Past the shore of Land of Loch

She met a beastly Lad of Sea

With whom she bore a Wild of Three

One for Moon    one for Sun    one for Star

Who grew above the Land of Tar

But Mary of the Moor was sad

For she lost her beastly Lad

To the Lord    the Lord of Night

Who swallowed all that saw the Light

Mary waved to Wild of Three

Each became a branch of tree

Planted in a lonely bower

Merging to a Whitened Tower

Mary of the Wild Moor

Returned to what had been before

On the wind of swirling gulls

To the Valley of the Fells

You might see her in Mist of Fawn

In the grey of Shadow Dawn

Sighing past the Wind of Four

Mary of the Wild Moor

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