Longlisted Poem 2015

Jemima Childs

Ysgol Greenhill School, Tenby, Pembrokeshire

Western edges

voices will not be still
as they linger at western edges
Anglo Saxons had brought their wordhoard
that left our language slender
as slaughtered as the splintered moon
we live on the fringes
where gold ores plunge like gods
into the underworld
hope saps that grey, jealous-eyed wolves
will retreat, hurting, and that
name-thieves will not threaten

wings in flight are not quite silent­
arrows striking flint echo:  we feast
on nectar like bees in their honeyed cells drowning;
stones will be sucked back by waves
violet skies hold  the scent of warrior courage
and blood, and there is not much more than this
at the outer  corners of the land
where pockets of air
tremble against the Snowdon lily

© Jemima Childs

Project Details

  • Date May 26, 2015
  • Tags 2015 Cells - Longlisted Poems