By Aeronwy Withers
Editor's note: Due to the formatting of this work, it is best enjoyed on desktop.
We have been
enduring the river
rapids rushing from the gradient
wrought deep by
the storm sent by the sea
we have been scoured to skin
by the gentler current
to resemble
suns and moons
like those lining the red
planet
and the veins
of the
blue
It’s not easy
never to leave,
it wears me thinner
than a star-shucked dawn,
it’s so hard to leave
when my body simmers
I’ll have the duckweed
drawn.
Aeronwy Withers writes poetry and experimental fiction, and is Ron for short. Having twice graduated from Cardiff University, Aeronwy has developed an interest in playing with form and convention, and enjoys voicing the unheard and inanimate. Follow her poetry like breadcrumbs on Twitter, or at aer0nwy.com, which has been neglected as of late. (this is on purpose) (neglected and forgotten websites are cool?)