Angharad Williams is a full-time poet and coffee drinker, part-time social researcher and charity worker originally from the seaside and now living in Manchester, England.

By Angharad Williams

Air clogged with salt and spray,
the good girl walking on pebbles
the dull ache of sea-battered corners

tentative steps and an
inner mantra of shells.
The swirly, mobile home.
The Mussel, empty, blue.
All picked up. Examining

how the sea chose to damage each one
differently. Discarded fingerprints
brought back to Mum who coos and carries on.


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