Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Lucy Alexander #72 Bone #2

Littoral tide is low
waves are slow
and here among
runnels of brackish stained water

she warns me not to let the kids
go too close
where the water’s murky
even when the tide is out

just play there in the centre
on the flat packed sand
where the mangroves end
and the beached logs wave their flukes in the flux

where you can see a salty
even if he gnaws his father’s bones
back to the plates that hold

the heart in safely.


  1. sheesh, love the way it darkens! You are on fire. What a joy to read your stuff :)

    1. Thanks so much Efi, on a bit of a catch-up today!


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