Last night I had a time-travel dream,
before that for an hour or so
I had studied a photograph on the wall
in the Saracen's Head, Beddgelert:
a horse drawn carriage had stopped outside.
It must have been about 1910 or so
the exact date impossible to know.
Men and women in impeccable attire
posed on the top of the carriage,
three lads in flat caps stood by a wheel
and in my dream I was upstairs
panicking because I did not belong
with these people who have long since passed
and reminding me...that nothing can last.
before that for an hour or so
I had studied a photograph on the wall
in the Saracen's Head, Beddgelert:
a horse drawn carriage had stopped outside.
It must have been about 1910 or so
the exact date impossible to know.
Men and women in impeccable attire
posed on the top of the carriage,
three lads in flat caps stood by a wheel
and in my dream I was upstairs
panicking because I did not belong
with these people who have long since passed
and reminding me...that nothing can last.
