Prince of Wales

Magpie sits on a highest branch  
of an evergreen tree  
ruffles her feathers black as soot  
her ebony eye staring..

watching  
out for the last sunbeam  
to cascade across the glade  
 
upon his head he wears crown  
made of bullrushes and twigs  
clothing woven from stinging nettles  
his twisted bread ends in a point  

proclaiming titles to be his own  
Welshman with a welsh heart of stone  
cutting coppers and jawbones  
 
magpie spreads her ivory tipped wings  
chirps excitedly as she sings  
as the sun glistens upon the hills  
 
as Owain Glyndŵr rides high  
upon his steed again  
the true Prince of Wales