St Bride’s Haven
Francess Bevans was buried in St Bride’s Haven
in 1837, aged 16.
Some say you were threading a daisy chain
when the edge toppled under you.
At its wildest streak it can do that.
Now your stone grave is uplifted by the tide
and who knows, you are dancing the bay,
on the brink of adulthood – forever becoming.
The old fisherman has you in mind
as he picks his way into the chopsing waves.
He’s always at the clash of edges, the fringes,
the moment when the mind unhinges.
There he catches pearls, looks to you in heaven
and threads them on a chain – like your daisies.