(in progress)

Over verdant pastures and bracken tumbled cliff
In the shimmering distance rise
Ethereal, mist-softened
Pinnacles and domes
El Dorado
City of God,
Or Jude’s glittering Oxford towers
Promising all
But ending in despair

Like Manawydan’s empty land
The signs of human habitation lost
Two worlds separate but for a veil
If I were to catch a full bellied mouse
And hang her by her tail
Would sea change to oil slick
And factory carpet fields?