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3 Poems by Byron Beynon


At low tide
we crossed a path
cloaked from water,
listened to the island’s memory
conversing with a marinade of alphabets.
Standing above
Chateaubriand’s cliff,
the last breathing
riot of day
escaped into stars,
rock pools spangled
with a midnight sky,
seeking the imperishable vein
the blood of words
motioned into light.


This morning you telephoned
that two seals were swimming
in the Tawe,
they brought with them
innumerable seagrams,
navigable rhapsodies
gleaming with motion,
a lustre of sea-eyes
that floated in fields
where tides registered
global warmth, changeable seasons;
for a moment
they held your breath,
sensed their need to escape
at one with their tidings
delivered across the miracle of unchained waters.


A scenic vase with flowers
on the sill of a house

faces the clothes line
hung in a February alleyway

transformed today
into a necklace worn

by Venus, queen of laughter,
mother of love,

rich globules of liquid –
pearls which mirror

a benevolent zone’s
splendour after the rain.


4 thoughts on “3 Poems by Byron Beynon

  1. Byron Beynon lives in Swansea, Wales. His work has appeared in
    several publications including Agenda, London Magazine, San Pedro
    River Review, Poetry Ireland and Poetry Wales. Recent collections
    include Nocturne in Blue and Human Shores (both from Lapwing
    Publications, Belfast). A Pushcart prize nominee.

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