Sea Rogue’s Song In quiet tides time snaggedroped to ocean’s floorinstead of raising the sea’s bountytrawling white flesh bountysweet fleshed fish and prawnsyou were taken beforegrey skies and blue raysdistilling propellers’ humschooling empty windows ghosting hollow netswith ascending breathunderwater angels visitshadows fifty metres belowthe aquarium’s hulled home Advertisements

The Sky Above, The Land Below

Keel high, our hull scrapes at the edges of the curtained sky. Barnacles ask why they’re in the spotlight. I sigh, put my back into spinnaker hoisting and know I will feel strained muscles tomorrow. Sweeping the ocean’s bed clean, cloud puffed sheets fall like parachutes and land dream-ridden on a pointed toe. Tiller firm, […]