Christopher Hopkins is a Welsh poet living in Faversham, Kent. He has received an IPPY, CLMP Firecracker and three Pushcart Prize nomination. He has two chapbooks published by Clare Songbirds, New York and his third The Shape of a Tulip Bird is due out this summer. Christopher is widely published including poems in The Morning Star, The Cortland Review, Rust + Moth and Ink Sweat & Tears.
We walked the otter’s back
over to the narrow town,
the tide receded to sail the world.
The sands catch their breath,
hard as cobble stone under foot,
working our ankle & sole.
Curlews sow for lugworm in the ozone
as we talk of the simple things,
floured whitebait, wine,
the wishing light,
lost in the comfort
Our shadows, now on the causey.
Their form bobbing ahead,
stretching years ahead of us
on the granite way,
with the quietness of headstones,
side by side.