Hen Nain, Fairhaven, Betws-y-Coed

White everywhere, as I was shown in, white
coverlet, white sheets, starch crisp
white pillows, ten at least it seemed, lace trimmed
your nightdress white, Victorian, high to the neck
white light on white walls through the mountained window
white fireplace, white doors, white faces
and you lost there somewhere, scaring me with age
a tiny figure propped up on pillows, trailing long white hair
and carrying within a life made fable.

Published in Stand, Issue 228, Vol. 18, No.4, 2021