The Secret Pages: Y Garth

A ‘gentleman’s residence’: retired
halfway up the hill with extensive views,
offering the pair of you a staircase
and a toilet and a half apiece.

Like the blue-cross-day circular table
that overwhelmed the morning room,
the choice a sudden spark playing the surface
of control, caution and reason.

Right after your funeral the drains blocked.
We changed to work clothes and rodded,
wondering if, by this inanimate revolt
the house mourned its master’s passing.

Your body was taken out by the front door
as Mam insisted: a gentleman leaving.


Y Garth: My parent’s house in Barmouth. Blue cross day: the last day of the sale in Welwyn Department Stores. Blue cross items were even further reduced.