Brynich Aqueduct – by Gareth Writer-Davies

 

the keystone
is the strength of any arch

the trick
of transporting one reach of water over another

the perch and roach
and others of the shallow trench

unaware of their suspension
continue

to feed and scrap
and even procreate (fifty feet up)

as if bricks and limestone
are sediment

and the drop to the river
a water-fall

the art
of snugging one stone against another

is the adaptation of habitat
by thought

an arch carved by a chisel
is still nature

 

 

 

 

Gareth Writer-Davies. Shortlisted for the Bridport Prize (2014 and 2017) and the Erbacce Prize (2014), commended in the Prole Laureate Competition (2015) and Prole Laureate winner in 2017. His pamphlet “Bodies”, was published in 2015  by Indigo Dreams and the pamphlet “Cry Baby” came out 2017. His first collection “The Lover’s Pinch” (Arenig Press) was published June, 2018.

Hess – by Gareth Writer-Davies

 

on the Skirrid
you can follow in the steps of Rudolph Hess

through the strident bracken
skirting others

I imagine him as a romantic figure firmly gazing
upon The Sugar Loaf

silently cursing his inaction
but like a true trooper gallantly performing for his captors

a melodrama
written by Goethe and scored by Wagner

whilst a thousand miles away
German soldiers are wiping the sweat from dead eyes

he is killing time
burying notes beneath the stones of the asylum

hoping that a bargain can be made
from vain deeds and the vainer thoughts of Nietzsche

 

 

Gareth Writer-Davies; shortlisted for the Bridport Prize and the Erbacce Prize (2014), winner of the Prole Laureate Competition (2017), and highly commended in the Welsh Poetry Competition (2015). His latest pamphlet Cry Baby has just been published by Indigo Dreams, who also published his debut pamphlet Bodies.

 

Peeping Tom – by Gareth Writer-Davies

 

this bath is six feet long and two feet wide
like an enamel coffin

the chrome shines
as the mixer splashes in hot and cold

it was bold
to leave the window un-blind

and there is no harm
in making, a small exhibition of oneself by candlelight

we are alone
amongst God’s acres, wrinkled from water

passing the supple soap
tempted to be the death of one another

we look out
to the dark beyond the window

wrap ourselves
in the faded knap of towels, that have known other bodies

names, dates
that etched upon panes, are what we see through, when seen by others

we are alone
but clothed in darkness amongst the broken frame of old lovers

not unseen we are not un-seen
and not unknown to each other

 

 

Gareth Writer-Davies – Commended in the Prole Laureate Competition, the Welsh Poetry Competition and the Sherborne Open Poetry Competition (2015).

Shortlisted for the Bridport Prize and the Erbacce Prize (2014).

His pamphlet “Bodies”, was published in 2015  through Indigo Dreams and his next pamphlet “Cry Baby” will be published in 2017. 

Hourglass – by Gareth Writer-Davies

 

the eyes of men
turn to an hour glass figure

whether, this is education
or a memory of mother, is hard to say

but we decry the notion
whilst admiring, the cut and nip of her parabolas

the flow
from one globe to another

like the convenience of eggs, time passes
we turn the glass

watch the hour
note that our fingers grow longer

our skin tighter
that gravity has had its way

drop by drop (minute by minute)
the charm of the glass, fades

we turn the hour
the hour turns, to the thought that all flesh is mortal

 

 

 

Gareth Writer-Davies – Commended in the Prole Laureate Competition, the Welsh Poetry Competition and the Sherborne Open Poetry Competition (2015).

Shortlisted for the Bridport Prize and the Erbacce Prize (2014).

His pamphlet “Bodies”, was published in 2015  through Indigo Dreams and his next pamphlet “Cry Baby” will be published in 2017.