The House of the Drowned by Byron Beynon

Once when the chill of the air was entering the month
we stopped by a field to ask, “whose house?”
Empty and silent
the darkness inside,
unnumbered in the many-headed
catalogue of memory it stayed.
“It was,” you said “the house of the drowned,
a place of starched bodies,
brought there from the flint-hearted sea.”
We never found out whose home it was,
walking that day near the wintry coast.

Byron Beynon lives in Swansea.  His work has appeared in several publications including Night Garden Journal, Agenda, London Magazine, Poetry Ireland, The Yellow Nib and Planet.  Collections include The Sundial (Flutter Press) and The Echoing Coastline (Agenda Editions).