Hey There Dali
I can hear it ticking softly between sheets that still smell of our skin;
winding time weaving us together. This morning I forgot to take my
watch from under your pillow. Last night you kissed me for the first
time, and I am giddy, spinning slowly like the hands of my watch as
they turn in your bed.
Grace Barham is a new young writer and undergraduate of Creative writing at Bath Spa University. She dislikes writing miniature biographies of herself, but generally likes everything else to do with words.
Beautiful x
There is a charming sensuality in this poem which I like a lot. Thanks for a good read.
Excellent. I like the reference to Dali, in the title, conjuring up his floppy clocks. And the pun on winding.
Emotive, delicate and beautiful.