Ty Newydd

Guest Poem from Ty Newydd

by Sally Pemberton

 

Y Lon Goed 

She wears a Welsh tweed coat,

drives a green Cortina estate

up a steep hill in Lakeside, Cardiff.

Late Sixties – I was old enough to note

the rough wool weave against

her Mary Quant bob.

 

From a hundred miles, and fifty years away,

in Y Lon Goed I find a Welsh tweed purse.

Lime green threads with opera rose wool –

colour of a wet stone from Aberdaron beach,

half hidden by leaves,

wood sorrel, white violet and the first bluebell.