A Bygone World Poem by Cerys Grant

Just when that moment comes,
The fracture has reached your spine
The cracks have spread into capillaries of branches
You are about to be torn open
You are about to come apart…

At that moment the past becomes the present
The future becomes today
What your eyes just saw
Is a shadow of a bygone world.

The question is not, ‘Who am I? ”
Rather ‘Who was I? ”

When the dawn collides into the sunset
The hours jump into minutes
The days are awash on the beach
The storm, the sky, the weary and
The ‘gone by’, all slip, collide, break,
Become mystified, chip and shake.
Open, shut, close, floor, door,
Who was it that you were waiting for?

The sun beam
Now as useless
As the miracle cream
The shine, the sheen, the grease, the sheer,
Christmas, the ghost, the turmoil, the chicken roast
All awash, away,
Drifting out of the corner of your eye
Into the shadow of a bygone world.