(for Alan Llwyd, Welsh-language poet)

Like someone making a dry-stone wall,                

You choose your words, their echoing sounds,     

With focused care. You place them on the field  

Of the page, so that they create a texture    

Of harmony when read aloud,                        

A structured symphony of sentences             

That will deepen the message                        

Of what you are saying,         
                        

And hopefully touch the iambic-beat heart      

Of the listener tuned into a magical music,       

A slowly read river of rhythms, as you           

Orchestrate language beyond just meaning.

Peter Thabit Jones © 2022