Walking Away – Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon

I must strike out alone
my final linear walk

leads away from known paths
familiar faces
my insecure steps forsake home

tired travel thins time
tips gravity
flips over
as I fall

stumble to my feet
and fumble on

lower down the scree-slope trail
wayside hawthorn flirts
displays her white/pink-tinged flowers
she is coy in her promises
mouths her ripe berries

whispers of swollen fruits
I’ll never see

About the contributor:  Ceinwen lives in Newcastle upon Tyne, UK, and writes short Ceinwen E Cariad Haydonstories and poetry. She has been widely published in web magazines and in print anthologies. She graduated with an MA in Creative Writing from Newcastle University in 2017. She believes everyone’s voice counts.

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