HIGH EROSION by Gareth Culshaw
by Gareth Culshaw
The grass is covering the mountain like icing draped
on a cake. The odd thumb of rock hangs onto
the daylight. Fence posts lean to the floor held
together by barb wire, like the love that spines
a broken family home. Telephone posts sink,
their voice tunnels sagging, lost hope like a forgotten
washing line. Higher ground shrinks from the horizon.
Farm buildings lose stones like teeth in an ageing
mouth. Everything is fading. Becoming a photograph
on a wall in an empty house.
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.