The new house is much smaller,
like the world has been cut in half.
In the living room you can hear
socks on the landing scuff the fresh
carpet. And door latches click
the silence like the first step on
a dancefloor. Voices tumble
down the stairs, and roll to our
eardrums. When the television
is off, the sound of a cat scratching
the side of a the chair, becomes
a field of fireworks somewhere.
My eyes must meet theirs now,
and that’s the part I fear most.
Gareth Culshaw lives in Wales. He has his first collection out in April 2018 by FutureCycle Press. He hopes to achieve much more with the pen.