Ceri sees a shooting
star but all I see is
five years of us
swept beyond the sky
to myth and stories around
a fire
a glass of wine
a communal bath
Of Jenna
hand on hip
marshalling each of us
towards our untold selves
At least
we will stay
enfolded the same south
dark skies (and stars)
raising babies who once tumble-turned
in our bellies
as we each pressed our hands
to the other’s miracle
something beyond the milky way
Louella Sullivan learned to type poems one-handed whilst bouncing small babies on
her lap. She completed an MA in Creative Writing at Rhodes in 2014. She is a Drama, History and
English teacher. She has been published in Aerodrome, New Contrast, New Coin and
Itch. Her poems have been described as “polished, poised and vivid”.