POEM Rae Howells

NWR Issue 119

The Llanlleonfel Church Yew

you presided eight hundred winters
with your gnarled stick your knees pressed to the earth
owls nestled on the altar of your tufted hair
old woman old bent woman
you no longer creak in your bones
and the Ancient Yew Group
mourns your bitter end...


Rae Howells is a journalist and poet from Swansea. She won last year’s International Welsh Poetry Competition and this year’s Rialto Nature and Place competition. Her work has appeared in the Rialto, Envoi, New Welsh Review, Poetry Ireland and The Bay, as well as in the Arvon and Rhys Davies winners’ anthologies. Her limited edition pamphlet, Five, is available via her website www.raehowells.co.uk.

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