Tuesday, 12 April 2011

Half Moon




marked

On the sea's breath, the smell
of salt and iron. 
My head fills with the noise
the sea carries in its weighty throat.

On sand marked 
by the press and drag
of low tide, I see gravity's 
abstracts in the strokes

and traces. Above, 
a dim half-moon rises
in the slow emptiness 
of space.


Kay McKenzie Cooke

2 comments:

jtwebster books said...

Beautiful poem, Kay. I can taste the sea air and hear the roar of the waves.

Kay McKenzie Cooke said...

Thanks Sue - that is indeed my mission!

Harbour

Harbour
'how this all harbours light'