Cliff by Ofelia ferch Rhos

One Poem Only · Sep 27, 2025 · 1m

Cliff

Ofelia ferch Rhos

Salt spattered on chalk carves out

the rough-hewn shape of thought:

the cliff is a canvas where

they escape me, and become

mammoths on sandstone,

scattered by stick-figured spears.

Magpies perch listless as dew

and wing their words over the sea.

The water ripples their birdsong agon.

Clouds crowd in anticipation-

I am the heavens surrogate on earth

they would rapture me, and leave

the cliff empty as a forgotten age.

The stones know no different.

I am their occupying army.

I kick the stones,

kick the moss,

kick the cliff loose

so that landslipped rocks

chase down the…