Monday, 28 January 2019

A Poem by Ceinwen Haydon


Swimming in the baths, eyes wide, we smiled
over our children’s heads, you two girls. Me, one of each.
Chlorine kept us clean, no rules broken.

On the beach, a storm brews,
breezes speckle goose-bumps on our skin,
waves ripple in, barely stop in time
to keep us dry. A crab pincer-nips
your child. Her screams shake us back.

Next week we’ll sail alone, on badass breakers,
out from Druridge Bay, where strong currents surge
to sandbanks and shores well known for ship wrecks.

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 with work coming up in 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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