Wind
Come my love with me alone to inhabit those years again
Sean Hewitt, Night Ballad
Oh walk with me up the slippery lane
when the frost has turned to ice.
The wren in the hedge may catch our eye
as if flits from twig to twig as it follows us.
The wind will blow over our ears and heads
shaking the branches above but under the hedge
we’ll be sheltered until we reach the moor
when we’ll feel the stinging chill like the edge
of knives being thrown. We’ll hold gloved hands
as we cross the cattle grid and the gorse will rattle
its barbs. We’ll set out on the path over the down
and your breathing won’t be a battle.
Rebecca Gethin has written 5 poetry publications and 2 novels. She was a Hawthornden Fellow and a Poetry School tutor. Her poems are published in various magazines and anthologies. Vanishings was published by Palewell Press in 2020. She won the first Coast to Coast pamphlet competition with Messages. Her next pamphlet will be published by Maytree Press in 2024. She blogs (very) sporadically at www.rebeccagethin.wordpress.