Jessica williams
At Night
I weave a blanket of salt stars
In the palms of my hands
Press crystal edges tight
to keep the oxygen in
Back bent arched
Spine poking through starved
Straightened like a whip
Drowning in the starlight I
Sip from my palms.
I know you are there beyond
But I’ve grown gills,
Medicine for aches long-healed
Fresh bruises bloom under
Memories I wash in, and
Seep beneath my skin.
Permeable I move between
Solid and starlight
No longer drinking but full I slosh
Between, between
Turgid and boundless and
Sea-sick from myself.
Biography
I am a writer originally from the North East of England, now living in Belfast. Nature influences a lot of my work, as I grew up on the coast.
I mostly focus on rhythm rather than rhyming, and want the reader to be aware of the breath in the writing.