A Ketch, sails like twin flames, reaches
across the bay;
hand painted – repainted -
shades of blue and white
on the thin cloth of my folding fan.Day does not dwell
and this breeze will not disturbthe sand’s temperament.
Bright waves against rocks; no sooner
are those strange sculptures to a moment cast,they are taken apart. The sea alone
is so irreverent.
It cannot be fixed.
Gema de Malley
“I am the Spanish connection. I buried these poems a long time ago on a beach in the south of Spain. I recently dug them up – accidentally – while making a sandcastle.”
A great poem it its own right: an “Innsbruck” piece. Penelope Aira?
Agreed, Dennis, but no.
In this 1930s, IA Richards-type exercise (‘protocol’): Gem- Jen Gema- Jewell Brown (study)!
Interesting theory … but no banana.
Ivy Alvarez.
sorry, no.
Emilie Zoey Baker.
mmm andy jackson?
Hi Emily, nice try – but no!!
Judith Beveridge.
Julian Croft?
Keep on guessing everyone!!!
Michelle Leber.