she said

you’re life line’s broken

(the shaky path up the cliff

near Betws-Y- Coed

that day I said ashamed

I’m terrified

and ran home to mum)

when will safety be guaranteed?

the notes, plucked strings

she said

there’s only wilderness

I caressed her

my fingers release the buds

of Greenwich

‘s beautiful hill.

Mother, brother.

The blood, wounds, work.

He chops beef,


She hurls the brown mug

against the uncomplaining wall.

I kiss her hands

to heal her worries –

The Co-op man;

the rent man –

Friday’s insurance.

I kiss her hands.

This family of five

nothing that’s not belonging


right here.

She said

you’re life line’s broken.

I caressed her.