The Malverns

By Rhiannonw
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Bare, windswept hills – short grass, whitened paths,
their name morphed from the Welsh ‘bare hill’*;
views far to the east – English plain,
and westward rolling ground towards the Welsh hills;
iconic skyline of the Malvern hills,
peaked ridge, seen from afar –
natural ‘dyke’ between two cultures;
bluebell smoky slopes of May
and bridal white of hawthorn sprinkled,
with shady woods around the lower levels.
*[ bare hill – ‘moel fryn’, first-letter-mutation of ‘bryn’ (hill), as adjective ‘moel’(bare/bald) preceding it]
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'bluebell smokey slopes of
'bluebell smokey slopes of may' - that line just rolls off the tongue - thank you for bringing such a beautiful place to life for us here Rhiannon
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Beautiful Rhiannon, the
Beautiful Rhiannon, the bridal white of hawthorn sprinkled. Hawthorn is a magic plant, the simple white blooms, the vibrant red of Paul's Scarlett and various pink shades in between. You've made me think I must visit The Malverns again.
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I really liked both the
I really liked both the length of this - no more and no less. And the words definitely made me remember that buzzing summer heat of Gloucestershire with the hills in the distance, though you may be looking at them from another angle I think? It's lovely.
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Never having been to the
Never having been to the Malvern hills, it was lovely to read your poem which was so descriptive.
A touch of nature at its best.
Jenny.
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