Hywel Vaughan-Davies

Hywel Vaughan-Davies Sep 2019

Prism

through raindrop windows
another point of view
trickles into gravity's maw

Hywel Vaughan-Davies Sep 2019

Left On The Beach

Names etched in sand;
snaffled by the surf's frothy fangs.

Hywel Vaughan-Davies Sep 2019

The crooked tree...

...black In petrified repose
takes the shape of
lightning tongues.

And amongst the aroma
of ozone and charcoal crisps,
flakes flutter -
sloughing sadness.

Hywel Vaughan-Davies Sep 2019

Spillages

From plump cushions
with unravelling seams,
silver threads cascade.

A vertiginous plunge
into sullen carpets.

Hywel Vaughan-Davies Sep 2019

Shaping Stone

You are a rock
smashing smaller rocks.

However, creeping
fissures crumble stone.

Hywel Vaughan-Davies Sep 2019

Sunset

The wind torn sunflowers
hang like broken clockfaces;
leaden pendulums swaying.

Hywel Vaughan-Davies Sep 2019

Ephemera

Light bounces from
the wing mirror housing;

for a moment, a window
into the universe opens.