Hero on the Shore I’ll light the light for you, but what is this thread pulling loose, coming through? The red ribbon wound round hair I don’t know what to do with? Or parallel thoughts that unravel before they can finish? Barefoot with the beacon, feeling foolish, as the spray creeps close and crashes, lending cracked gems to the shore - can I do this any more? My eyes are on the sea, and yet I feel all eyes on me. The longer I wait, knees aching, as clouds are scudding, blurs in uncertain skies, the more I think you must have been a dream. I cannot accept that I cannot love you back to life. Caitlin Prouatt Caitlin Prouatt is a Brisbane-born Latin and Greek teacher living in Oxford, UK. When not tutoring or looking after her toddler, Caitlin writes poetry, currently unpublished. Much of this centres on her experiences of being a parent, but she also often returns to Classical themes.
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