Trearddur Bay
Everything was slate.
Outside, the rain made barnacles of water
on the wooden slats
and waves jumped like giddy children
onto the stones.
Jellyfish loomed, a cove of beached moons.
You stood in your room for hours
a rock pool
waiting for the sea to hold you
your necklace of seaweed
your cataracts limpets
anemones in your cheeks
ripples for hands
touching and untouching
the letter that tells you
where you are.
Avaughan Watkins is a teacher and poet. Previously, she has been published in Acumen, and received a commendation for work submitted to Ironbridge Poetry Festival’s 2023 competition. In her writing, she enjoys exploring themes of motherhood, nature, and mythology.