"Windfall, 1986" - TORCH Poetry Competition Runner Up!

Windfall, 1986


The button on my collar is undone,

Windfall, 1986

as it must have been the day



the news blew in from the east,

riding the breeze like a flock



of glistening birds, songs

burnt into their throats.



We remembered Wales, remembered

our memories of Wales, turned west,



thoughts skimming

over wet meadows, steep and green,



the old stone trough, the mountain top

dank with cloud.



We imagined rainfall, lambs,

granite. We imagined the cull,



the white jostling heads, the small

mouthfuls of grass ticking inside.