Home #Blue Nib Issues Issue 36 | December 2018 | Prose Poetry- Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon

Prose Poetry- Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon

The Bangle

In the shop window, the bangle shone, its spangled beauty called to me. You saw your chance, you with your deep pockets. On my wrist, the scratches started. Clamped tight, my wrist ballooned within its handcuff. I knew then, I was chained. Strangers stop me in the street on summer days, exclaim at my bracelet’s burnished brightness caught in the sun’s rays. The gleaming gold spikes beguile them, press after-images into their eyes. On the underside, these same spurs break my skin and ...


To read the rest of this article Login

or purchase a Digital Subscription