He buttoned up his leaf jacket
soaked his shoes in brine
laced them up with marigolds
snatched a hat of sundrenched hay
sprinkled it with buttercups
broak a branch from the willow tree
strode along the track spread out by the moon
…
He buttoned up his leaf jacket
soaked his shoes in brine
laced them up with marigolds
snatched a hat of sundrenched hay
sprinkled it with buttercups
broak a branch from the willow tree
strode along the track spread out by the moon
…
(illustration by French artist Christine Chamson)
He came washed up, limbs wavering
shells caught in the net of his Sargasso hair
the glint of the sea lodged in his eye
the roar of its jubilance caged in his ear.
His mouth was a cavern of wo…
He asked to be forgiven
clutched his head with worn-out fingers
clean white nails filed evenly
moon-shaped….
It happens at sunrise and sunset, her call
and the arch of her back,
the light catching the specks of salt on her spine.
She falls slowly, cascading into the bay,
carving through waves, streaming through sargassum
then resurfaces, lips lined wit…