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1971

Poem

by Ceinwen Haydon

Evenings at the smokey folk club,
roll-ups and real ale –
you tune up,
strum your guitar
and sing.
In bed, after midnight,
soft from drink and mingling,
our bodies warm and damp,
I wonder
if I’ve been played.
I stumble up naked
to go to the loo,
skin goosebumped.
Back under the covers
you wrap me in your arms
and mutter someone else’s name.

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About the Author

Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon [MA Creative Writing, Newcastle 2017] lives in Newcastle upon Tyne, UK, and writes short stories and poetry. She has been widely published in web magazines and in print anthologies; these include Northern Gravy, Ink, Sweat and Tears, London Grip, Tears in the Fence, The Lake and Southbank Poetry.  She is a Pushcart and Forward Prize nominee. Her first chapbook ‘Cerddi Bach (Little Poems), was published in 2019 by Hedgehog Press and her pamphlet ‘Scrambled Lives on Buttered Toast’ is due to be published by Hedgehog Press in 2024. She is developing practice as a participatory arts facilitator, mainly working with elders and intergenerational groups. She believes everyone’s voice counts.

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