One Poem by Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon


Pale shadows, anchored by lead weights
trash your prescient desire to turn blank pages
back to innocence, to jettison twisted meanings,
trade frankness for scribbled-out truths.

All this is denied. Hand-crafted innocence
is marred, scrawled words blot death. Hopes
are soon erased, scissored from simple frames.
You mash shamed to smashed by sleight of hand,
destroyed by your own snake and sinful alchemy.


Ekphrastic poem: Anselm Keifer ‘Die Himmel’/‘The Heavens’ (1969)

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 has an MA in Creative Writing [Newcastle 2017]. She believes everyone’s voice counts.

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