DYLAN THOMAS

(on the 100th anniversary of his birth)

And you as hopeless and troubled as I
Hitting the pen and the bottle at the same time

Snug tight in a valley just touching the sky
Words flowed freely, catching the heron
 and what it means to be alive.

I first met you when the first red pen brushed my soul
Blue and black came unwanted

I was looking for someone
Who had all the colours inside
and you laid them out before me

spring air the fresh tide and all life’s troubles
that rip us up
in time

©  David R Mellor  2014

Dylan Thomas Centenary Site