Art Treasures
Into the secret silence of Manod
quarry they deposited like Hamelin's children
the National's collection of air-conditioned art,
safeguarded for posterity inside a Welsh cavern
to escape for five years
the blitz of a city's acid heart.
Impressionism in central Gwynedd,
Rembrandt next to Ffestiniog's slate,
sculpted to remember, not to be erased,
the palettes of durable colour,
an exact style entering the darkness
brightening a craggy mouth in Wales.
She is part of the scenery,
a human face
that allows the medicine of nature
to heal mortal pain.
The experienced mountains
observe her stillness
as wildflowers grow
near her feet.
The lake’s sheen
nurtured by time,
engages the shore,
recalls a world
before wounds and pollution
as the motion of the day's
illumination renews
a depth of captured rhythms.
Byron Beynon's work has appeared in Poetry Wales, The London Magazine, The Yellow Nib, The Honest Ulsterman, Worcester Review and the anthology Winter in America (Again) (Carbonation Press). His most recent collection is Where Shadows Stir (The Seventh Quarry Press).
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