CROW CASTLE by Gareth Culshaw
by Gareth Culshaw
The sun wanted to come in,
but autumn was holding it back.
I watched leaves fly like broken
wings from dead birds. The wind
held an invisible trawler that netted
up the litter of trees. I was in the
in-between, wandering from place
to place. A peregrine barreled past,
undoing the sky like a zip. When I
reached the top a wind came from the
outside. Throwing itself into my body
as if all the words I had ever spoken
were being erased. When I got back
home I noticed my words reached
further than ever before.
Gareth Culshaw lives in Wales. He had his first collection out in 2018 by Futurecycle called The Miner. He has his second out early 2020 called Shadows of Tryfan. He is an MFA student for Manchester Met.