The Ghost of Liparis Loeselii at Crymlyn Burrows
Bunting out of this purpled, boggy heath
are grasses that fence small pools
stagnating and snaking to pull in
saltwater that marsh to amass
as black-surfaced mirrors.
Inside these, the fiery, wide-lipped glow
of twayblade and tresses
ghost to illuminate this darkening sandpile,
all trodden and trampled upon
by the industrious boot that giants across the river.
Water ripples trickle out repeatedly
to sequins and glitter like eyelid-flicker
leading down to a place where meadow pipits skirt
along Brunel's old harbour wall.
Reflected in the face of the water
is an apparition in a clear-sighted clearing,
yellowed like gorse, part-illuminated
by sparks that anvil across.
- © Andrew Kidd 2022
Andrew C. Kidd has had poetry and flash fiction published in Elsewhere: A Journal of Place, Friday Flash Fiction, Journal of the American Medical Association, Green Ink Poetry and Soor Ploom Press.
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