2 Poems by Byron Beynon

beaded rain
.
Sounds
.
The rain’s beaded notes played
on the window pane,
as a fluid score fell
on a stave of glass.
Music forgives the ageless night,
nurturing the outline of each hour.
The adrenlaine in the blood,
a texture that survived
the wound which dragged
along unshadowed ground.
The articulation of colours,
recognized like friends,
a blossoming of sounds
growing from within.
.
Ghost
.
The tree I planted
twenty years ago
has been felled
along with its shadow.
Birds that paused
on its branches
have melted away.
The wind no longer vibrates,
its notes pass by
with an undulating silence,
a silence that blooms
with the dignity of night,
as its memory reaches
towards the splintered
gleams of the most secret stars.
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Byron Beynon 2014
Byron Beynon lives in Swansea, Wales. His work has appeared in several publications including North of Oxford, Agenda, London Magazine, The Yellow Nib, Poetry Wales and Poetry Ireland Review. He coordinated the Wales section of the anthology Fifty Strong (Heinemann).  Collections include Cuffs (Rack Press) and The Echoing Coastline (Agenda Editions). His selected poems appeared in 2018 (Bilingual: English/Romanian – published by Bibliotecha Universalis/Collectiile/ Revistei “Orizont Literar Contemporan”, translations by Dr Monica Manolachi, University of Bucharest).

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