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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