Figolu
in the morning
we had crusty bread that tasted of salt
and waved at British drivers
as we headed south
I made a hundred
on the beach at St Tropez
with one sou
bought a packet of figolu
and savoured
the taste of almost home
Gingham
A Muse upon the European Union
the folds of your dress
suggest
that in formal patterns
you breathe
but though the squares
are uniform
the warp and weft
are a yarn
of amour soi
(what lies beneath)
Gareth Writer-Davies was Commended in the Prole Laureate Competition in 2015, Specially Commended in the Welsh Poetry Competition and Highly Commended in the Sherborne Open Poetry Competition.Shortlisted for the Bridport Prize and the Erbacce Prize in 2014, Highly Commended, Geoff Stevens Memorial Prize in 2013 and 2012.
His pamphlet “Bodies”, was published in 2015 through Indigo Dreams.
http://www.indigodreams.co.uk/gareth-writer-davies/4587920255