In Welsh, 'Hill'
A Poem by Kelsey Edwards
You float near
I breathe water
We meet eyes
Mine drop first
Sat atop
Paddleboards
You pass the bag
Oar to oar
Ducks come near
Quack for food
From the bag
I throw the crusts
Water ripples
We both bob
The ducks leave
We do not
Downward eyes
Twiddling thumbs
Knotted tongues
Or just one
You speak first
I just nod
You keep going
I do not
When you pause
I open up
Try to speak
But I cannot
The wind picks up
Sends a chill
You look back
To the shore
Oar in hand
Bag strapped in
You stand up
Guide me too
We set off
In no rush
Parting water
With each brush
In the eve
By our tents
You sit down
We're knee to knee
I swallow air
Meet your eyes
Make the move
Open up
About Kelsey
BoundBy Copywriter and editor
Hi, I’m Kelsey! I’ve been an Editor, Copywriter and Contributor for BoundBy since we launched. I love getting involved with events, script and the upcoming editions. My poetic style is conversational and somewhat narratological. It is also, I hope, focused on human relationships (including with the self), mundane but defining moments and working-class life. I like to look at the little things in a big way.
In establishing myself as a professional writer and freelancer, I’ve recently built and launched my website (www.kelseykayedwards.com) to streamline releases, projects and updates. This was made possible by joining Word Tonic, an international GEN-Z copywriting community that offer resources, masterclasses and practical support. I’ve also taken a bigger role in BeaconLit Book Festival (www.beaconlit.co.uk), which fundraises for the local library. As Communications and Promotions Manager, I write newsletters, articles and social media posts to update our audience and expand our reach. This is on top of the copywriting and organising of a Poetry Circle event that I also do for the festival. As you can tell, a lot is going on but I know the experience and actionable difference I’m making are more than worthwhile!