I stand by Dinas Bran Castle
see the horizon fez onto this earth.
Jackdaws blow each other out of a field.
A kestrel full-stops.
I look around the valley to hear
a breeze squeeze through
as if turning itself inside out.
When I walked your eyes to find
my own blindness I tipped
myself into you thinking you
might vessel my body until death.
The distance of your voice
insomnia’s my sleep. Wedging
the light from the dark until stars
are pulled out of my window.
I wonder if you thought I was real
like a village after a storm
with gates unhinged, and trees,
vacant of their own beliefs.
Gareth Culshaw
Gareth is from Wales. He has four poetry collections to date. His latest is a winner of the Backlash Poetry Best Book Award 2022. It's called 'Somethings That Have Happened So Far.'
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