Griglan (Heathland)

by Sue Johns

High above the serpent-rock, on any given
summer/autumn day, your aptitude is mocked.
No longer can it wander to the south or east
in search of ghost-ships/sleeping saints.
Intelligence has brought the livestock home
to the cliff – to stand, with the blessed plants,
oblique, and call back the chatter of choughs.
Into the high court, over the ophiolite
ple’th an sten eja mantollys – find wealth
is in the wheel at lux, making peace
at pink, after purple, mauve, cerise,
awaiting bee sputum, brood box, bread.


Ple’th an sten eja mantollys – Where the tin was weighed