Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon – Summer in the Sixties: Slow Roads

Summer in the Sixties: Slow Roads

Cooped up
in our green Morris Minor.
Eight long, sticky hours,
Leicester to Merthyr
for our summer holidays.

Mum baits Dad.
Their tight voices
whisper cross words.
Gwyn grabs my book.
It’s not fair.
I hate boys,
brothers worst of all.

Stuck in a traffic jam,
I need a wee.
I wriggle and sweat
our car crawls on.

At long last, a layby.
We pull in for a picnic.
I dash behind a bramble bush,
squat down, just in time.

Dad bites into a tomato,
orange seeds and red juice
splatter his white shirt.
Everyone shuts up.

 

Bio

Ceinwen lives near Newcastle upon Tyne, UK and writes short stories and poetry. She is widely published in online magazines and in print anthologies. Her first chapbook was published in July 2019: ‘Cerddi Bach’ [Little Poems], Hedgehog Press. Her first pamphlet is due to be published in 2020. She is a Pushcart Prize and Forward Prize nominee (2019) and has an MA in Creative Writing from Newcastle University, UK (2017).

One thought on “Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon – Summer in the Sixties: Slow Roads

  1. This is the kind of summer in the sixties I dreamed about as a child. We didn’t have a car; my parents didn’t drive and couldn’t afford to go on holiday. My nan took us for coach day trips to the south coast, which were always the same: coach sickness, only being able to wee during the one stop on the way, rain and sandy sandwiches on the beach, but we did look forward to them. I love the little microcosm of family life in the lines:
    ‘Mum baits Dad.
    Their tight voices
    whisper cross words.
    Gwyn grabs my book.
    It’s not fair.
    I hate boys,
    brothers worst of all’
    and the divine retribution in the final stanza!

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