she should have been polishing diamonds

but rather she palm-cradles tiny pebbles

                                  [not the imagined :chink:
                                  but something altogether more]

her right hand feels the weight
her hollowbody feels the wait

     -somehow everything comes back to the exquisitely slow
      moontide, the ripening and rotting of other seeweeds
      so EXOTIC and unknown and all together not her.

some other bones hinging
from some other spinestack.


raT a Tat Tat

the sand blows in from the marshes, brackish and testing

                                 here the oystercatcher                               
                                 spoons through the silty shallows



slimed causeway

S O S lined neatly in stones

and a sea so flat and wide as to stil her blood


~ by Beeskiffle on December 19, 2007.

4 Responses to “she should have been polishing diamonds”

  1. Awestruck, I am. Literal magic. You are beyond compare, simply the most beautiful, dense, creative and complete poet anywhere.

  2. Hello sweets, you know everything I could say. No-one compares. xxx

  3. This really is something special, all these words arranged so beautifully, in ways no one else would have thought to do so.

    I came by from gingatao’s site, but I’m marking the page for further exploration.

    Wonderful work, I must say.

  4. wonderful descriptions, very atmospheric and always nice to see an oystercatcher fly through a poem

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