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No.20

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Reader
Cerys Matthews
Singer + Author
Recorded at the Stags Head,
Fitzrovia, London

Artwork
Sax Impey
Night Sea NWF9
Mixed media on panel

And soon I heard a roaring wind:
It did not come anear;
But with its sound it shook the sails,
That were so thin and sere.

The upper air burst into life!
And a hundred fire-flags sheen,
To and fro they were hurried about!
And to and fro, and in and out,
The wan stars danced between.

And the coming wind did roar more loud,
And the sails did sigh like sedge,
And the rain poured down from one black cloud;
The Moon was at its edge.

The thick black cloud was cleft, and still
The Moon was at its side:
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The lightning fell with never a jag,
A river steep and wide.

for forty-six days I have flown past continents without stopping over vast tracts of ocean and jigsaws of ice through mountains of fog until vertical creatures appeared on a wave-locked home they offered me unusual victuals these northbound creatures whose cries I follow as they carve the water my outspread wings touch either end of the sky together we greet fog cloud restless ice a tall perch rises from among them a fine landing spot beneath the moon I am near them I am not too near a strange bird appears its sharp beak hurtles towards my breast

Chloe Ardris