Sometimes I lie awake at night
thinking about that mountain.
Where foxgloves sway and I could spend
all day picking wimberries with the others.
As butterflies pass like floating charms
and crickets bounce from nowhere
run like rats through the heather
to the stile by the secret stream
full of newts. Feel them pulse
through our fingers then slide them
back to glittering waters when someone
finds a hole in the fence.
Feed each other through
to lonely paths where sunlight
rides on kestrel’s wings
and I could see anything!
Don’t go home.
I’ll take you to the tree swing instead
and push you to the moon…
Welsh author Adele Winston has been shortlisted at The Wells Festival of Literature and longlisted at The Evesham Festival of Words and Crowvus Christmas ghost story competition.
She writes short stories, poetry and children’s fiction and studies English Literature with The Open University.
Her poem, ‘Better days are coming’ can be read in Barren Magazine Issue No.4, ‘The Gathering Field.’