Heneglwys: Second Allied Forces
The Folly
Allied Forces
Heneglwys
Sir,
In my researches into the vanished tribes
Which predate the era of Coel Hen
Who, I need hardly tell you, is known
to the modern reader of the nursery rhyme
A prelate of that village which calls itself Heneglwys
Whom my fellow in this enthusiasm is, had I but made
acquaintance with his own…his own scholarship, that is to say
prior to learning of a minor curiosity
his recent death prevents him to me imparting
The housekeeper he had employed
was a woman of Italian extraction
who had arrived—it is a charming story
Or parts of it may be said fairly—
To engage…
Arrived, I say, to instruct the widower’s daughters in ballet
She had produced a son (which rather cut the project short)
The guest wonders if this last will not be edited out
He sits back pensive and finds he has no idea of it
What the Pembrokeshire propriety allows, in this year of 1934
He must appear quite fond, taking the Shakespearean sense
of the word, dodder on…
Though he himself, born 1900, ages with the age
At some point in this slumbrous peroration, he must insult
And with a deadly delineation
The face and shape, and wastrel life, the parentage
(which he has done)
Of the man Falco
I have a name in my notes (he adds), of one Colonel Llewellyn
And nothing to point me why I’d written it down
I suppose him a retired officer who must know something
Heneglwys
The Irrepressible
(2020, Stephanie Foster)