TWO POEMS by Byron Beynon

AGROUND

The slick would engulf
the conscious coastline into disorder,

facing a wintry sea
the estuary braced

against nature’s principles,
the prescriptive balance threatened

by a stench like genocide,
the malevolence of human actions,

mute dollops
on a treasure of sands;

the praised mythology of dolphins,
the guillemots, cormorants, grey seals aground,

their character despoiled
on a torn signature of shore,

a matted warrant,
the covering tide their pall.

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SEALS

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.

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Byron Beynon lives in Wales. His work has appeared in numerous publications including The Black Mountain Review, The French Literary Review, Poetry Ireland Review, Poetry Wales, Eat a Peach Poetry Journal (USA) and The Wolf. His latest collection, Nocturne in Blue (Lapwing Publications) was launched at the Dylan Thomas Centre, Swansea in March 2010.