Eating your dust

Mae’n wyntog

I collected the dead fish body you buried in my sandcastle

With a gingerbread man in a face covering hammock

Hearing sunshine in the distance

Touching on your giddy giggles

Hands in pockets, I did not step on the beach

Mae’n bwrw glaw

Watching from the car park

Dunes between us

Ble mae’r tŷ bach?

I overslept because I could not find the library

Mae’n oer

My tent howled in pain all night

I shook with glee

Trivia afternoons in the caravan

Playing cards held up my exhausted frame

Wyt ti eisiau siocled?

Jolly Easter Eggs

Wobbled down the path ahead of us

Antidepressant discontinuation syndrome

Head/thought abrade

I cracked out of sight