After Hastings

By Merryn Williams


Some of Hastings has toppled into the sea.

This time, the giant rock killed no one, but

fast forward to another century

and people will abscond, their doors will shut,

the gracious Georgian terraces, the beach huts

be drowned, the crumbling castle overhead

collapse, the famous caves fill with salt water.

It might reach my old home, but I'll be dead,

the cliffs, like Robert Tressell's murals, gone,

and none look down on Hastings, except the moon.


Merryn Williams' latest collection is The Fragile Bridge: New and Selected Poems (Shoestring Press). She grew up in Hastings but now lives in Oxford.

Art by Rachel Qiu Kexin

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