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