People of the Holloways - The Seer I was a Seer, Touched. I inhabited shadows and hospital wards, in league with darkness, able at any time to drop beneath, besides or under. My eyes had it, I know – my eyes had the ache of skies over fields empty late in the afternoon. I listened to the whispers not the shouts. I could See what was not there. I could hear the hum at the back of things.
Martin Towers is a support worker in Aberystwyth, Wales. His poems have been published in Crannog, Banshee and The Galway Review.
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