I watch your back, naked to the waist
as you fasten the clasp around your wrist.
That it then? I say, knowing
as the breeze did – the air lifting in
from the October morning street
where lamplighters used to walk
each evening, leaving orbs
of light along the worn
and shifting slabs.
Hilary Watson lives in Cardiff. She's a graduate of Warwick University’s Writers’
Programme and was a Jerwood/Arvon Mentee 2015/16 with mentor Caroline Bird.
She has been shortlisted for the Troubadour International Poetry Prize and the Live