SOUTHERNDOWN by Hilary Wyn Williams

01/27/17 03:53:32PM
5 posts

I like this one...a lot.

11/30/16 07:57:24PM
112 posts

The cottage smells of wet dog,

Last year's sandwich spread and memories.

Your shoulder's force is requisite

To budge the sticking frames of doors and windows 

Swollen by the laden brume of seaside air.

A yellowed Sunday Times finds new employment now

To scrub the salt film from the patchwork panes

And give the ocean view again to us.

The rifts and valleys of the tera-cotta tile 

Are treacherous still, a testament to shifting time;

The narrow quilted bed groans disbelief at our return,

Too old to witness all the joy we'll find.


I rest my cheek against the thickness of the sill

And chip the blistered paintwork with my nail.

I'll do my writing here

And gaze long hours at the roiling sea,

The kettle whining testily against the breeze.

And you'll step up behind me,

Anchor me within your arm

And fit against me, jigsaw snug,

My missing puzzle piece.

updated by @americymru: 11/24/19 06:16:51PM