November beach near Dymchurch
On the cusp of saltwater.
Ice-cracked footsteps
On the black and tan dunes.
Boats breasting the spires of cooling towers.
Grey-sun sealight mounting the flanks of Dungeness.
Tar-board shinglespray shoring the walls of Prospect cottage.
Seven ceramic seahorns in the cast of a tusk of root bole.
Gull skull in a wash of flicker grass.
Sandsprint bones
In the runnels of seawater.
I was
Rootwater
Shootwater
Fly-catcher & archer.
Flaxlight and dust
Rustbark follower.
You were
Sprint-air
Haunt-wing
Skylark & swallow.
Leanlight and breathshot
Cloudspat drifter.
I was
Arc-sea.
Wave-train.
Goby & blenny.
Tideline and benthos.
Athletic water.
You were
Arch-limb
Vein-thin
Head & heart.
Lungwater and coppertongue
Short-shout.
I am,
Rootwater thief.
Marine-snow sleeper.
You are,
Air-dark ellipse.
Spent-lunged passer.
You were.
Going.
You are.
Gone.
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
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