Byron Beynon


He defines places by their foundations,

their firmness, the strength of roots,


how morning sometimes comes

with a red wound in the tempered east,


the illusion of a new sunshine

arriving within the stillness of a winter’s room;


a day toasted by the wine of angels,

secret tears that meet


by the sea’s drained heart,

when all tides


escape from this life,

the flotsam sacrificed beneath sharpened steel.



Brother’s Water

An escalator of light

falling from the sky,


a compass that focusses


on a lake covered


with thin ice;

the potency of youth


the advertisement of risk


as two brothers skate


in a physical landscape.

The cracks that coldly grin


on a fear to survive,

the paralysis of blood,


the serious drop in temperature

ill-timed  on a winter’s day.


Byron Beynon lives in Swansea, Wales. His work has appeared in many publications including Agenda, London Magazine Chicago Poetry Review, Poetry Wales, The Warwick Review and The Wolf. Collections include Cuffs (Rack Press) and Human Shores (Lapwing Publications, Belfast). He has been co-editor of the poetry magazine Roundyhouse.