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27Jun

Poem of the week: Llyn Gwynant by Elizabeth-Jane Burnett

A bracing celebration of the exhilaration and refreshment found in wild swimming

Llyn Gwynant

All through the night I twitch my heart.
Swimming is a kind of hiccup
that jolts the body clean apart.
All through the night I twitch my heart;
tight contractions of sleep starts
break like waves pushing me up.
All through the night I twitch my heart.
Swimming is a kind of hiccup.

Note: Llyn is Welsh for lake; Gwynant is derived from “‘gwyn” meaning white, fair, blessed, holy, and “nant” meaning stream.

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