One Poem by Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon

A Photo of Llangrannog

Welsh, seaside light delicious

it opens your long-dead eyes,
snapped in sepia lethargy
leaning on the charabanc.

Your shy or show-off smiles
shine beneath straw boaters,
innocent of the time
and manner of your passing.

Today, I’m back to see this place,
eat salted hard-boiled egg. Grind
gritty sand between my teeth.

I see the rocky arch remains,
proud sentinel-at-sea. Bathed in ozone,
its surf-frilled limbs, stand stock still.

I look down at the photo in my hand,
and see my features snapped in your image.

I yearn. Can I belong, come home?
Not hee-haw and hoof like a donkey
on loan from a strange English field.


Ceinwen lives in Newcastle upon Tyne, UK, and writes short stories and poetry. She has been widely published in web magazines and in print anthologies. She graduated with an MA in Creative Writing from Newcastle University in 2017. She believes everyone’s voice counts.

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