By The Nile

He left for Egypt with the last of the English summer tucked away in his suitcase. Alongside the photos he kept of her, on that garden swing her grandfather built, the honey suckle in full bloom at her back.

When the letters came. They were sun bleached and sand stained, creased and folded so many times that lines began to obscure the words he’d wrote.

‘we have found…

not long now…

united… together…

I will give you…


This was me experimenting with prose poetry and having a go at using an idea that I had a while ago but never really did much with. I may develop this piece more at a later date but until then I think I’m pretty happy with how it is.

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