autumn plight
yesterday I realised
there’s to be no compromise
leave …or swallow your lies
be alone in limbo …mourning
or be conjoined locked in hell
smothered by confusion
in your gas-lit rooms
last night-time’s winter moon
[docked amongst The Leonids]
saw my defences felled by lust
midst warmth and comfort
entered
once more
now morning’s glaze ices panes
tears drip and chill …my heartbeat stalls
on grass paths alongside
glass-blown dew
as barefoot I creep away
before beguiled/felt-slippered
I am doomed to stay
.
Ceinwen writes short stories and poetry. She is widely published in web magazines and in print anthologies. Her first chapbook was published in July 2019: ‘Cerddi Bach’ [Little Poems], a Stickleback by Hedgehog Press. She was a winner in the Nicely Folded Paper Pamphlet Competition July 2019 and her first pamphlet is due to be published 2019/20. She has an MA in Creative Writing from Newcastle University, UK (2017). She believes everyone’s voice counts.
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I like the plight-likeness of the poem and phrases such as “last night-time’s winter moon
[docked amongst The Leonids]”!