she walks on water
it is dusk.
the air is heavy with salt spray and kelp.
the seagull’s tongue is dumb.
dark wings hide the face
of the madonna on the beach.
twin silver starfish lift a long skirt,
reveal pale knees, a cerulean scarf
flutters in the breeze. unseen
mercury eels seethe in her currents.
the moon is a gaping mouth.
she turns away from
the promenade’s ice-cream smiles
and waving kites,
shrugs off the leer
of the dirty weekend hotel
moored in the harbour’s grimy embrace.
she climbs out of her pink shell
to swallow the bruised mountain.
once more,
her spirit becomes a sail.
her eyes are the horizon.
her feet are freighters from foreign ports.
she walks on water.
she walks on water.
her bare white limbs shine
with phosphorescence.
the stars lean over to sing a softer song,
plant kisses on her forehead. slow time.
in the dazed morning haze
the air is heavy with salt spray and kelp.
wisps of fog drift in with the waves.
a cerulean strand washes up on the sand
amid splintered timber, plastic wrappings,
sodden cigarette butts.
from his guanos-stained perch aloft a jiving mast,
the seagull keeps her secret.
April 9th, 2007 at 8:36 pm
arthur smiles and winks at you from his delicious grave!
April 9th, 2007 at 8:37 pm
damn that’s brilliant.
December 1st, 2007 at 5:50 pm
Please tell me how to contact directly Michelle McGrane
My name is Paule BERGE, i live in France ( Europa ) and I do hope I find Michelle McGrane’s family. I hope she may see this and answer to me at pauleberge@hotmail.fr
December 1st, 2007 at 7:58 pm
so, so lovely
February 3rd, 2008 at 11:20 pm
Read this again (past tense, current thrusts). ‘This’, obv. is wrongest. ‘Intricate shine’ (that ‘this’, see me strumble)is possibly the beautiest poem me’ve ever been gifted to read.
You evade the lexical of comment.