Tuesday, 12 April 2011

Half Moon


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


J.T. Webster said...

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

Kay Cooke said...

Thanks Sue - that is indeed my mission!

Clocking Out

 I have been neglecting this blog for some months. I think perhaps I should face facts and accept that it is indeed time to retire this blog...