ON GURNARDS HEAD

So this was the great shark's tooth coastal edge

screaming against the riven waves

and me crazed with air on the brink

the drilling tide roaring up to my feet

reminding me of life

and its necessary sacrifice

in living to the death,

 the reckless turmoil

against the teeth of the gale;

 

so brief, so frail

yet here I was pitted,

and stood with hearing impaled

until finally light broke through

from the north to tame the wind.

◄ NO ARGUMENT

LEFT BEHIND ►

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raypool

Mon 8th Apr 2019 13:16

Thanks Jennifer, Avishek and Dorothy for the likes!

Ray

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