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Mark Goodwin



Exaggerated Colours & Trials
At Caernarfon Airfield
Heatwave July 2018

an am

ber tinge has
arrived it’s

an as-if

an as
-if of

Span

ish spi
rits as

if see

through tawn
y frag

ments of

Spain have
settled

on Wales

.


Caernarfon Airfield’s pale
bronze grass

shudders a gauze

at the air
field’s north forty or
more farmers’ grey
& black four
by fours

are parked like army hard

ware the odd
daz

zle-glint from wind
screen or wing

mirror

to east two
egret-white wind
turbines slowly wind

threads of
a wavering

elsewhere’s air

to west yellow
oven-hollowed dunes &
jiggling marram

and the faint blue
cyclical sound of

sea meeting
with particles of

ground

and mountains to
south & east are dark
er blues of layered
sheets of

silence as

one standing-

still man’s
whistle slices a

clear

signal from him to
the black/white
flash of his collie

his dog now
crouched like spilt

shadow now

up rap    idly col    ouring hun    dreds of
metres of

this crisped grass exp

anse with in
tense traj

ectory to
wards thr

ee distant

gaunt grey shorn
ewes

the bright-yellow of
the plastic hurdles
the ewes

are to pass
between glares

with Lego com
ponent precision as

the raw

red of the coast
guard helicopter takes

off
up
in
to

glass
-blue

sky whilst

to east in
a dune-canyon fringed
with Venus

flytrap lashes
of marram

a bin-lid flop of ab
andoned jelly
fish spilled from
a pink sand

castle bucket cooks

blackly on a
foreignness of

hot sand a

light plane’s br
own br

own com
bustion engine rum
ble grows and

suddenly over

head a

sea
gull-rude

metal frame of hang
ing contrapted

history arcs

to








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