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Twmbarlwm Air

by Dave Fitzgerald

Take me to the place of folklore.
don't lay me down forever elsewhere.
Take me to the Hill of Judges
and set me free on Twmbarlwm air.

And I will see you from afar,
no matter where you are,
I will only need a star
To remind me
that I will see your face
when I stare off into space
and no matter what the place
you will find me...
watching over you.

So don't send me to the Valley of Graves,
take me back to my fort up there.
Take me to the Hill of Judges
And see me forever on Twmbarlwm air.

10/06/2005

Author's Note: This is about a place in Wales, where I grew up. There is a large hill called Twmbarlwm (The Hill of the Judge) which overlooks a valley called Dyffryn Y Gladdfa (Valley of Graves). Folklore has it that it is inhabited by fairies that show themselves as swarms of bees. I paint a pretty picture eh? lol. It is really a beautiful place and it's where I would like my ashes scattered when I go. That way, loved ones won't have to visit a resting place, they will see it from miles around and, hopefully, think of me.

Posted on 10/06/2005
Copyright © 2022 Dave Fitzgerald

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/06/05 at 07:48 AM

I knew it was Welsh as soon as I saw it...land of Dylans "singing sea", thanks for the postcard, very nice poem.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/06/05 at 07:18 PM

...dave, this is an intriguing lil' ditty that starts out with a child-like lilt but turns the corner seriously into ... please see me, i'm seeing you!!! like neil diamond sang, i am i said...[to no one there!] really heavy duty poetics...peace, chaz

Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 10/08/05 at 10:56 PM

Lovely tribute to an obviously special place. Nice.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 10/26/09 at 03:51 PM

Oh how lovely. This is the kind of poetry I cherish, and you have written it with soft mandolins in the air. I will visit you and this in my favorites. Keep your lights on forever!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/27/09 at 04:56 AM

I would love to know how to say the word Twmbarlwm. Wishful and wistful - I enjoyed this.

Posted by Laurie Blum on 10/27/09 at 04:57 PM

This is really lovely and although I dont understand a word of Welsh; Even the street names confused me in Wales:)I really enjoyed this poem which put me in mind of the beauty of the Welsh Countryside.

Posted by Jennifer Ragan on 10/28/09 at 06:12 PM

Cool write Dave:)

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 11/01/09 at 05:27 AM

A soft spot I have for the well-written epitaph. This one is made all the better since I have a good friend from Wales, and have heard of this place, but also the way you wrote this, in a form which is perfect for the subject! Brilliant Dave!

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 11/01/09 at 09:55 AM

Congrats on POTD Dave!!

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/01/09 at 07:32 PM

Congrats David! Re-reading Dylan's "Under Milkwood" I was struck by this: "As soon as I saw anything I saw Twyn Barlwm, that mystic tumulus, the memorial of peoples that dwelt in that region before the Celts left the Land of Summer." I understand now that Dylan barrowed the line from, Arthur Machen's "Things Far Off". To restate: your poem is wonderful, magical and full of mystery, longing and more. I certainly have been enjoying it. Thanks.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/02/09 at 01:10 AM

Great seeing this as POTD today!

Posted by Allison Smith on 11/02/09 at 07:11 AM

Sensational. Favourite.

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