Cricket rained off yesterday and today (ho hum) so I have spent some time in my workshop making things.
Here is one of the things I made which I am quite pleased with;
High on the shore line
Above the storm berm
The winter sea gave out a pilgrim trunk
.
It was thrown up the beach
Like you or I might flick a pebble
.
The corpse of the old tree
Has been gnarled and shaped
By encounters with deep reefs
Where it rolled and shoaled with the fish
And bore the barnacles and wracks
Of the deep blue sea
.
Now it lies here
Like bone of leviathan
.
It has taken on the colours of the deep-
Sea green
Shadow black
Red like the eye of a shark
Grey like the dripping tail of a whale
All faded a little by the blown sand
But jewelled instead by salt crystals
Drawn out in the low sun
.
Who knows where its roots are
Or what of its seeds
Still remain