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Dusk at Oxwich Bay

Poet: Iris Anne Lewis

tattered remnants of the tide

stream to the retreating sea

 

halo-frilled with silver light 

grey clouds billow to not-quite-black

 

reflections on the gleaming beach –

a mirror of the world above

 

sea blends into sky, the only sign of waves

the shifting glints of pearl and pewter

 

no horizon, no past, no future,

only the ebb and flow of now

 

a shadowed figure of a man

walks towards the sea

 

on wet sand his bare feet

beat a rhythm to his fluting call

 

Rhian, Carys, Gwen

 

wingbeats sound, white arcs

streak across the sky

 

three gulls fly to him, crying



 

In 2020 her work was published in Artemis, Black Bough Poetry, Ink, Sweat and Tears and The High Window. She featured in the Silver Branch Series on Black Bough Poetry, won the Gloucestershire Poetry Society Competition and made her sixth appearance at the Cheltenham Literature Festival as a prize winner. 

Twitter: @IrisAnneLewis