Llechwedd by Kathy Hopewell


Llun gan Emyr Roberts

Llun gan Emyr Roberts


Llechwedd, January 2019

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and we all go together in the vertical sub-rock train, knee to knee, singing for fear

down

down

down

the scrape of helmets on slate overhang 

puddled paths 

rocking footholds 

Llun gan Emyr Roberts

Llun gan Emyr Roberts

ghostly faces

 

water, but no sound of water

ripples, but no wind

clouds on the blackness above, but no sky

no sky here

 

the light of the sun is a god we have lost

a god we adore

 

it takes a minute of silence to absorb the space

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the rock above the fact of it 

then we can hear ourselves 

 

it’s a performance for the darkness

 

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the ground is empty and cold as hell but we are singing

clapping our hands and stamping our feet

breathing visibly

 

the women have come to the cavern bringing mothers’ lullabies 

and the wives of the soldiers are seeking the lark that is dead

 

in the world of men and their long, lightless days

we light up the story of never having been here

we represent absent women, or women in disguise 

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women working so secretly that history has never caught sight of them

or turned a blind mole eye


Did he sneak her in to see?

Did she shudder, and ask to go home?

Did he look back and turn her to stone?

 

the cavern of history is full of women’s voices

we have sung away the taboo 

Images from Llechwedd Canu Chwarel workshop and Merched Chwarel’s Llechwedd exhibition (running to 2nd November 2019), by Lindsey Colbourne