She stops and says ‘Hang on, that’s
my Mum calling’,
and suddenly I am back there again;
colour unbecoming; milkshake;
And in the rafters of the old
gymnasium, black birds fritter away
time with backwards and forwards
motions; skipping games; dodgeball
flits amongst falling glass.
And wild garlic lies pungent in the
forest; recognisable despite its heady
Claire Sexton is a Welsh poet and writer now living in Berkshire where she works as a school librarian. She has previously been published in Allegro Poetry Magazine, Amaryllis, Amethyst Review, Foxglove Journal, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Light: a Journal of Photography and Poetry, and Peeking Cat Poetry. Claire often writes about mental health, in particular her own experiences with depression and anxiety.