Ar Lan y Môr
(Down by the Sea)
Seaweed cracks the sand; an echo of the 'll'
'll' against the shore.
Pressing my fingerprints,
feeling the dry caress against my skin.
In the distance,
the sky mimics the white tipped tide.
I fold the sea bed around me.
Shards of sea shells; cregyn;
gnaw at knots in my hair.
Quills with shadows of feather lie across my palms dipping into the ink of my wrist
holding my breath wait -
familiar with the taste of salt on my lips -
for the sea to take me home
My blog: http://natashaborton.blogspot.co.uk/
My time at Edge Hill:
There is no doubt in my mind that Edge Hill has made me the writer and person that I am today. It is a space filled with opportunities and encouragement.
There is a blurred line between music and poetry. I use my experience as a singer to explore the musical space in language.
Natasha is currently a student on the MA in Creative Writing. Details here.