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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.


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.


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