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Sally Flint

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Breakdown

We’d always made the journey
at night in father’s Humber Hawk.
The back seat broad enough for me
to feign sleep beneath a blanket.

Morning trees stretched
across sky like skeletons,
until the Morris Minor became so hot,
we were forced to stop,
where we could almost touch the clouds.

I was glad the skylarks harmonised
like a choir to fill the silence,
for something in her face
told me not to speak.

I ran through heather and wire grass,
black eyed sheep darting away
with a wave of tails.
She paced the road.
A stream shone like the solitaire
she twisted around her finger.

It was just mother
and I who left the city, to cross
the Dinas Mawddwy Pass in daylight.

Sally Flint is a published writer of poetry and prose and co-editor of the short story journal, Riptide. Her doctoral research at the University of Exeter involves examining ekphrasis in contemporary poetics and education. Most recently she was a runner up in the Bridport Poetry Prize 2008.

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