Novocastrian – Myfanwy Linkiewicz

A year ago, my childhood
home burnt down;
a terrible fire
ignited by the desire to
incinerate the people I have been.
Now the memories
are all but regretful ashes
and smoke
and I’ve since been living in a
city where the air is
laced with coal and
my soul is sticky with
an insistent sea breeze that reminds
me of the house that rotted
through with salt and fire
licking the rafters,
and I have been
trying to rebuild what was there, but
there’s refuge in this
sandy town and, one day,
these bones will forget the
sound of nostalgia and
finally settle down