night wakes early,
and swallows daylight’s meagre leavings.
Shadows waver wishes, wet pavements
rock, cracks whisper among themselves
beneath squelchy boot clad feet.
I catch my shade,
long and dark, split apart,
as yellow arrows dart and fall–
flashed down from street lamps
fixed on posts
tall above my rain-drenched hair.
Will she wash it anyway?
A Cut Above commands high views
across my steep-hilled seaside town: a bright-lit
quarterdeck with gear to steer our ocean liner.
I climb up cobblestones
scoured by centuries of storms,
ignore the cosy call of Robert’s Bar
to keep my tryst with Aurora,
hairdresser to the stars.
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.