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THE MALVERNIAN
From ‘Skirrid Hill’ by Owen Sheers read by Cassiel Thomson
Poetry at Prize Giving
Rift
by Evelyn Kenrick (Lower Sixth, EH)
The sand drips in its hourglass as it flows between the wetsuit
socks of my left and right feet.
It crinkles, in shivering ripples as I shudder in the harsh breeze.
I drag my float wrapped around my waist to the brink of the ocean blue, as the seaweed dance in the waves. I quake in the frigid water.
There is a fine line between insanity and genius.
I thrust my board into the sea, it clashes with rolling water and foam creeps over the edges as a ghost.
I jump on, my ankle attached to the strap which scratches
my skin, but nonetheless I continue to glide along the shore water. I grip my paddle and race to calmer tides.
Then I balance my paddle on the front of the board. The waves gush around me. But with the glassy water sounds and the deep blue beneath the rainy waters I close my eyes and hold
my breath. Slowly lifting my knees to balance.
Afloat I stand, delicately perched on the blue on the blue. Until the tide takes me back.
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