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.
Byron Beynon, Wales, UK
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Byron Beynon lives in Swansea, Wales. His poems have appeared in
several publications including Flutter Poetry Journal, Glass, Montucky
Review, Poetry Wales, London Magazine and The Wolf. His most recent
collection is Nocturne in Blue (Lapwing Publications, Belfast).
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