POEMS/
What the Shore Said
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What the Shore Said
I screech, am steep cliff, surging water, strand, dune and marram grass, shell and bone hollow, rolled to sand, spume, white horses’ manes on surf, gannet guzzling mackerel; am blood anemone, buckies, bladderwrack, kelp, thrum of a guitar. Upturned empty crab, blue volcanic scooped out rock, oyster catcher cooried doon on one leg, I am crow, hopping. Herring gull, I sail close to the wind, am sea pink, pink weed, am snow-strewn, ice sheets cracked, am an eye, wide open, rooted, children’s voices, fire and song, bud, wee shoals o fish in slips o waves, broad and flat. I didn’t know un-seeable nets flip-flops, rose hip, wellie boots, could be woven around me, flounder and dog, T-shirts, cagoules. Salt, gusty, calm, raging, I didn’t know the gods would haul me, dolphin, porpoise, killer whale, krill back, pull us in by our dreams. |