The Web Poetry Corner - Hay Machine - On the Rocks
On the Rocks
by
Hay Machine
Big cold brazilnuts
earth teeth
with salty foaming mouth
now tide-swollen then sucking back
to a heaving breathing seaurchinery
and all that endless shore-drama
Crustaceans of barnacle muscle and cockle
trimmed with algae and seaweed-slime
leaden weight on broken fishing line
knotted round a pale-green shovel handle
rockpool starfish waiting for a rising tide
and all that endless shrimp-drama
Big cold Brazilnuts
craggy jags of margin
separating fish from foul
a line drawn in the sand
devoid of curve or contour
and strangely reassuring