Caer Caradoc

It was foolish to go back.
‘Caer Caradoc’
Stood for the day
We lay, tethered together
In love's leash, on grass
As sweet as hay,
While the brown swifts
With sickle wings
Cut rustling sheaves of air
Over the bare
Sunned coronet of rock.
Little we cared that day
What people for what purpose
Had thrown up the ancient
Ramparts on Caer Caradoc.

It was foolish to go back
To see the moon rise
And the sun go down.
Sunset was premature,
The moon unpunctual.
Silent and unpredictable,
A bat, like a black comet
Came and went.

This was no place
For lovers to embrace
Standing a little apart
In darkening air,
We understood why ancient folk
Needed to raise up ramparts
On Caer Caradoc.