Sea Leaves

This poem was born of visiting various coastlines in Kent, and remembering the chalky landscapes of Medway  by the river as the tide came in. I was sad at leaving Medway and this summed up the sadness I felt at being washed out to sea, the fear of new things, so to speak. Medway with it’s chalk cliffs seemed to be hugging me goodbye. The poem has rhymes at the beginning and end of each line to show the movement of water and  also people. We shift as landscapes shift but as we move we find we take the landscapes with us.

As the closed clouds shrug tight, hug chalk,

talk night around the black, blue balking sea,

she cups broken screams in moon-flit huddle.

Puddle whorling cyclone of endless friendless tea,

see misfortune of flip rip waves. Then more waves

shave lips of ribbon: slip stream into silver stairs.

Scares into a sea-sky, bold, wet fold upon fold

rolled with a million starless, cold, grave cares.

Hair tangled in the bleak, black, break and smack,

brack crack of the iron scarf of the whip wild wind.

Blind as the closed clouds shrug tight, hug chalk,

talk night around the black, blue balking sea,