Bound as in a spider's last embrace

like a fly bereft of wings in air

shackled o'er a quarry's jagged face

my body slung for pleasure as in a dare.

 

On a wire suspended and marooned

imagination stretching just for sport

fearful of the gap I lie festooned

as if to walk the plank and count for nought. 

 

Then like an eagle taking to the sky

plunge in mortal dread deprived of breath

the cracked and broken rocks I do defy

as if in casual disregard for death. 

 

A Welshman smiles as I go round again

like a pirate on the Spanish main. .