#aberystwyth
I carry Aberystwyth
in the threads of my coat,
in the scuffs on my boots;
the sea salt, sand swept
into the fibres.
And now I stand here
in Jardin du Luxembourg,
thinking about the bench
by the well,
I sat on looking out to sea,
watching the starlings dance,
while considering the possibility
of perhaps, one-day, maybe
living in Paris.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC
Euphoria of returning to
the old seaside cocoon.
The place of change and shift
of heart and mind,
and tide which
pushed the town
right back
in January.
The next day we looked out at the promenade
in pieces like an emptied out jigsaw box
but cheered for postponed exams
so we could cherish important things,
like a night out at the Pier, and long talks.
Returning back
finding it’s still
just the same
as the train parts
through the hills
and forward
to the dead end
that began it all.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC