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| Natasha Borton |
Poem:
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
and I
holding my breath wait -
familiar with the taste of salt on my lips -
for the sea to take me home
Links:
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.
Poetics:
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.
