By Rebecca Rezakhani-Hilton
I rise like skin beneath the surface
React to my past
Bubble like three
Full of blind trouble
Gone, but not forgotten
By sirens and banshees
City beach, what have I brought?
Under my water rafts
Lies a runway of treasure
From my smugglers cave
I eat up the tumble
Watches and rings
I swell at the belly
And sink at the seams
I’m the night watcher
Moth light,
I’m endless, I’m blind, I’m ruined, I’m right
Only skeletons
And souls
Know my damp earth
Untrusting depth
My unknown dark
Follow me, down stream
Down in time
To Southwark Playground
Where Wild Geese
Whisper
“don’t put things in the way”
On the 23rd, I wash up ribbons,
A phrase, a glass of gin
As a gift
To honour, to remember.
Because I never forget.
The gates of Heaven
In my plight
I eat up the tumble
Watches and rings
I swell at the belly
And sink at the seams
I’m night watcher
Moth light,
I’m endless, I’m blind, I’m ruined, I’m right