Thursday, 16 August 2018

A poem by Ceinwen Haydon

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My feudpyred friend
haltcorked her tears.
Duck swore perverse,
whipped fate doxpara
y spun-flitted, gob-treasured
secritudes y myrracurves.
Nay. Nay. Bank-tellers
writ conflagratious lies
hell-boxed im culpritude.
Yeck, harky, harky all.
Y womanbroad ist raed
y soothed in dancélot
dris dramas y each thaun
bratlivist mordauncy.









Ceinwen lives in Newcastle upon Tyne, UK, and writes short stories and poetry. She has been published in web magazines and print anthologies. These include Fiction on the Web, Literally Stories, Alliterati, Stepaway, Poets Speak (whilst they still can),Three Drops from the Cauldron, Snakeskin, Obsessed with Pipework, The Linnet’s Wing, Blue Nib, Picaroon, Amaryllis, Algebra of Owls, Write to be Counted, The Lake, Ink, Sweat and Tears and Riggwelter, Prole, Poetry Shed, The Curlew and Atrium. She graduated with an MA in Creative Writing from Newcastle University in December 2017.

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