Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon: Ceinwen lives in Newcastle upon Tyne, UK, and writes short stories and poetry. She has been published in web magazines and in print anthologies. She graduated with an MA in Creative Writing from Newcastle University in 2017.
With your tongue, like that.
Starlings chattered in the yard,
gentle pulses lipped the warm air
and bouillabaisse boiled over
downstairs. I came so soon.
You hardly touched me.
Light floods and folds,
and parts the shadows,
reveals the functional flasks
laced by beams. Bottles,
chaste, charcoal edged vessels,
are tight-bound through dark strokes
or scythed apart
by bright and slender spaces.
Your flame seeks pits and cracks,
shifts and shapes proportions,
moulds kindred, friends or foes,
Alliance or misalliance–
Extinguished by dawn, your squat stub
falls and lies on frozen clay.
Ice, they say, preserves lost forms.
From dizzy Big Top heights
she topples from the tightrope
and falls freestyle to the floor.
The crowd roars furnace words,
breath and fear buffet her
to hover on lift air
and save her seconds before –
I wake in strangled sheets
wet with sweat and reach out
to touch your empty place
the space from which you fell
[Lift is the force that directly opposes the weight of an aeroplane and holds the plane in the air]
after Olive in ‘Olive Kitteridge’ by Elizabeth Strout