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Old Father Sea
Water dealt him timeless Missives in the hiss creep And leapt upon the tired crag Framing hard the sea bleach Blue under the cool saline Shave scars that were inscribed Like epitaphs upon his brow Yarns weft around the oilskin Souwester cape and walrus tusk Amulet, flesh-locked the iris life In a rugged parenthesis of words Where shoals of storms swam Writhing like the throes of netted silver A trace of tobacco-scent thieved Numerous spat-out sea-sprites Every skin-pickling mist wash And line on his high forehead Opened a chapter. The open belly Of the Pacific knelt on his heart With sands as sharp as knives Cosseted in the sea-sweat summer The pelt of his proofs and currents Beat fresh as arctic salt-blasts And a thousand livid coral hooves Curing hastily into dry tentacles Where bleached ribbons of hair Roosted on his haywire skin © David Incoll 2001 |
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