Form: Tawddgyrch cadwynog
The king stands tall
To save his child
A maiden mild
He gives his all
He heard her call
Her heart defiled
His temper wild
He went to brawl
Across the sea
A king did stride
No place to hide
He set her free
Wounded he be
And so he died
The tears she cried
More death we see
© JG Farmer 2019
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I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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