take me to the sea,
lay me down the sands
warmed by salt marsh snails and mottled weeds,
hollowed by the restless crabs and lonely footprints
bring me far where the white gulls fly,
bonded to craggy rocks and cliff edge
wash me in plumage grey,
wash me in sun webbed rays,
my wingtips quiver for the sky
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub: Poetics: Patterns, Pictures and Poems - My writing is still influenced by Manoel de Barros's poetry.
Everything from this place has a pact
Here if the horizon reddens a little,
the beetles think it’s a fire.
Where the river starts a fish,
river me a thing
River me a frog
River me a tree.
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