Here is the final Poet-in-Residence poem selected from several published in Pulsar Poetry Magazine. The other three poems can be found directly below. Wild Horses first saw the light of day in the June 2005 edition (no. 42),-
Jobless to Rise
is how that evening's paper saw it.
I was leaning over the rail
alongside the Riverside Terminus
contemplating the implications,
the options, the consequences;
and waiting for the bus.
I was drawn from my reverie
by the bracing smell of shower gel.
Close by and curving into me
was a brace of Aphrodisian seahorses.
Those twins were half unzipped
and v-framed in a sky-blue jumpsuit;
caressed with strands of wavy hair
and overlooked by helpless eyes
of the deepest swimming-pool blue.
They solicited only simple directions.
Could I by any chance point out
the most convenient place to worship.
Eager to be of service I told of a huge
emblematic edifice around the corner
with tall spires reaching heavenwards;
reaching up towards the unreachable stars;
a folly in spite of all its appearances;
a cold grey and gloomy construction
with no parish to call its own and
nobody ever going in there; spiders
and rats inhabiting the place.
All the clocks stopped.
The horses squealed and stamped their feet;
shook their proud heads and finally turned
and went away
with a swish of the tail;
but hopefully not
in the wrong direction.
c) 2005 Gwilym Williams