Island Nation


I stood there and watched

the scowling coast

as rocks became

as liver spots

and waves passed


grey England’s changing

faces: foam and roar


and formed

new morning’s

golden desolate shore.







We came together and lay

facing face

a combining hug:


our hips touched

our hips

our thighs rested

on thighs

in calm

clammy confines

of drunken night;

our bodies lay

together entwined.






Ben Williams, 28, lives in Kirkby in Ashfield. Writes poetry and prose.

He is part of Hi-Vis Press.

author photograph by Sophie Pitchford

featured photography by badpoem