Friday, 26 October 2012
Continuing with the theme of paths and ways, on St Kilda beach, wooden steps lead up to the Surf Club.
Confinement of sand behind wire - as if that will ever stop the encroach of the dunes ... but a little reinforcement, an attempt at a bulwark, can't hurt.
Beach glass reflects the colour of a deep wave.
A hollowed-out stone gives the impression of a sun-warm nest.
On a window-sill, an old medicine bottle dispenses light.
A plant on a table; potted sunlight.
Back to sea and sky, casting their own colours.
Found and carried
up wooden steps
that lead away
from formless sand
that in the end
cannot be confined
behind wire or wind,
the sea-worn piece
of glass is saved
from wearing thinner
and wears it well,
it casts gives back
the deeper colours
of the sea as it turns
and keeps behind glass
the shape of an ocean wave
Kay McKenzie Cooke
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