From St Briavel's castle
Where John had his stay
To Brecon Beacons
Cross blood clay country
Where the signposts sing out
In praise of small towns
Lydney & Sling & Coleford
And Chepstow & Symonds Yat
Where Sunday lunch and
Carvery are the common facts
Of life (blood)
Along the road
A Roman way
Steeped in history and pain
To the Perrygrove railway
And the Forest of Dean
Where I had squid and
Egg fried rice
Served by a 13 year old
Small and slim Chinese boy
In The Schooner
Where two white horses
Are blanketed
While they wait for their riders
To take them on a trip
Cross the fields
Where sheep are in abundance
And new born lambs (blood)
Spring
Some penned in
Stone walled
Where the traffic
Signs
Bilingual
500 yards 500 llath
and Abergavenny
Our next stop
At Tesco Metro
To buy a ploughman's lunch is
Still 17 miles to go
Passed the famous
Crickhowel village well
Famous in my world at least
And the blood theme
Is captured in a single
Image of a fox
Or rather the coagulated
Scrapings of a fox
On the A40
Roman blood
Medieval blood
Modern blood
I can do my bleeding
Silently
On the inside now
The blood has stained the
Clay
Remoulding me