life and living

nature

concrete poetry

 

     RECOLLECTIONS AT ANGOURIE BEACH

 
     An iron tooth wedged in a concrete jaw,
     this last fragment of a railway line
     is now abandoned to the wind.

     The insistent thrust of waves
     dredges up fossilized wood, slams it down
     among pebbles of jasper, quartz, cowrie shells.

     Rock pools entertain starfish, sea anemones,
     beneath a slowed surge of water:
     a long wrinkle that advances and retreats.

     Here a man saved himself from drowning,
     clutching the spike against the frenzy of a wave
     that rose, a giant from the snarling deep.

     His fingers, or their ghosts, imprint the mind.
     Fifty years later my hands curl
     towards the spike in a reflex of fear.

     From the rock we gaze over ocean.
     Tongues of foam flick our feet
     and the waters clamour under hot sun.

   Lynette M. Arden

 

 

 

life and living

nature

concrete poetry


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Lynette M. Arden 2002 - 2003