We are delighted to share this poem by Isabelle Evans to celebrate St Dwynwen’s Day:
Poem for Santes Dwynwen
Love has come and gone like city snow, arriving unbidden, unsought, building gentle mantle upon itself, quietly and in the night, Invisible at first, and then impossible not to know. And like the snow, there are these moments, precious few, the little breath an upturned hourglass holds, grace, briefly, and forever like a photograph Before this state can realise that it is only new. Light and life marked time to help us comprehend that something so ghostly pure is pure really only as long as it’s simple – but we complicate with every breath And morning when it comes is not the beginning, but the end.
Isabelle Evans is a London-based writer from South Wales, writing poetry and short stories which can be found in Oranges Journal, The Lovers Literary Journal, Full House Literary and Loft Books amongst others. She shares poetry on Twitter @PoemsByIsEvans