Sunday Float

Hungry for this seal at the ears,

I roll in the pool.


It’s long since I shut you out,

tipped my face to the sky

and swooned.  I hear


the dry spheres of my breath.  Only,


under me: the avalanche aisles

sweep; and the graze of the whale,

less ethereal in the flesh of open sea,


terrifies – sepulchral, and metal-grey.

I remember now, it broke skin

to the left of me – I wasn’t afraid


but that was a dream; the symbol:

life, conquered there

at the strange pier;


and me in the water – bleak as it was –

without blood.


February 5th, 2018


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3 Responsesso far.

  1. Vicky Curtin Vicky Curtin says:

    Thanks heaps, Philomena and Peter! I’m glad you found something you liked here. My posts are quite sporadic, aren’t they!

  2. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    Have to agree with comment, Vicky, great to see you back here! Love the aquatic dreamings, the turn of seal and whale!

  3. Philomena Philomena says:

    You pull us in deftly to this intrigue and mystery it tantalises the brain with imagery- great piece enjoyable

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