Today, 06:53 AM
I haven't posted, or indeed written anything, for a while, but this came to me unbidden today
All feedback welcome
The Med is a graveyard.
Crying underwater, salt mixes with the fresh,
an unholy alchemy, dissolving with the rest.
My body drifts
weighed down by the cloth I hold,
in my hands a funeral wreath,
a birthday suit, sodden, full of light.
The weeds, the sea-weeds
caress my puckered skin
they wrap me in their bladderwrack adoration
Gently flagellating, parting like the sad
Magician’s curtains, to reveal a host,
a flock of ragged tourists, floating just above the
grey, grey dance floor, dismal toes describing
arabesques through the silt of a thousand expeditions,
clasping their dreams to their chests like children.
Sometimes, just clasping,
their children.
Milk eyes stare in blank accusation
of my misremembered life
I never knew the sea, the sea
had so much hope and misery
buried deep down where
the salt and fresh collide.
All feedback welcome
The Med is a graveyard.
Crying underwater, salt mixes with the fresh,
an unholy alchemy, dissolving with the rest.
My body drifts
weighed down by the cloth I hold,
in my hands a funeral wreath,
a birthday suit, sodden, full of light.
The weeds, the sea-weeds
caress my puckered skin
they wrap me in their bladderwrack adoration
Gently flagellating, parting like the sad
Magician’s curtains, to reveal a host,
a flock of ragged tourists, floating just above the
grey, grey dance floor, dismal toes describing
arabesques through the silt of a thousand expeditions,
clasping their dreams to their chests like children.
Sometimes, just clasping,
their children.
Milk eyes stare in blank accusation
of my misremembered life
I never knew the sea, the sea
had so much hope and misery
buried deep down where
the salt and fresh collide.