Fragments: Aberystwyth Castle

Here, are rains, leftovers,

the old rattle of a dog’s lead.


The inner organs of a battle body

repurposed into foreign tourists’ playgrounds.


Just as shingle mixes with limestone, teeth

of waves carve stalactites on the Volcanic sand.


The wind beats like egg yolk, tumbling

over sea walls and doorways, seeking spaces


small enough to disappear.




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