Wednesday, 13 April 2011

Dragging Wing

at the tideline

Despite my absence still the sea moves
to gravity's beat; gathers in light,
and sound, fills then empties;
an ancient rhythm and waiting
there again at the tideline,
the seagull with the dragging wing.

Kay McKenzie Cooke


Rethabile said...

Kay, you must live right on the coastline. The voice in the poems knows what it's talking about.

Kay Cooke said...

Dunedin is a coastal and harbour city. Easy to get to beaches here. I apologise if I seem a little obsessed with the sea at the mo. I think the Jp tsunami triggered something in me with regards to the uneasy relationship I have with the ocean.
Thanks Ret! Encouraging as always.

Lydia said...

Your seashore poems are getting to me...we have not been to the Oregon coast since last June. We live 75 miles away, which makes even a day trip do-able. Our dogs need a day over there, too. It has been too long, but your first line puts my absence into perspective!
"seagull with dragging wing" is perfect.

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