POEM Jane HoustonNWR Issue 113
Bursts a woman from her door
belting out laughter so hard the paving slabs
shatter under foot, the castle walls crumble
and bells in every belfry clang the type of din
that makes bank-clerks and magistrates
kick chairs away, moon buses, swing shirts
above their heads and chuck them off the bridge,
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is originally from Cardiff and now lives near Swansea. She has completed a Literature Wales mentoring course and has published poetry in magazines including Ambit
and The Rialto
. She works with children and young people.
previous poem: Gravity
next poem: ‘Heartland’