Tuesday Poem - Jetsam
This is what the sea
has remembered
A shell, coiled like a
question mark
One finger bone of
coral; a gannet’s
skull sucked clean.
This is the deep story of the ocean.
A line of narrative written
where the tide reaches.
Kathleen Jones
This is part of a work in progress - some small poems written around observations that I made in New Zealand last year, just exploring ideas. I love the sea, and New Zealand has some of the wildest, most amazing coastal areas I've ever visited. I'm trying to explore some of the stories that the sea hints at, washed up on the tide line.
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Kathleen, I "love" this poem. it seems so, I don't know, 'perfect, whole and complete.' Thank you.
ReplyDeleteMmmm - I especially like "a line of narrative written/where the tide reaches".
ReplyDeleteIt's lovely, and so is the photo.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments - I'm glad you all liked it.
ReplyDeleteI like this very much and agree with lillyanne about the last two lines. Wonderful image.
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