Pearl by Nicholas McGaughey



Pearl


It isn’t her in the parlour,

sleeping under the veil, stern

in her buttoned taffeta

with her spanner hands upturned.


Who she was is gone now

to the land of corn and wine,

only her semblance is laid down

before hymns and the divine.


But here, in her back garden,

at the bend of the path she waits

for a wave from me… then quite certain,

walks on through the wrought white gates.




Nicholas McGaughey



Nicholas McGaughey lives in Pontypridd. He was a Literature Wales mentee in 2019/20. He has new work forthcoming in Beyond The Storm/Poetry Wales/Atrium/The Island Review/Gwyllion Magazine and The Atlanta Review.