Tundra by Hilary Watson


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.


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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

Canon Prize.