BEACHING ~ A poem by Jennifer McGowan

BEACHING

Pebbles and bone
not yet ground to sand
chirp and tumble in chorus.

A sharp crack:
one dividing,
a step closer to land.

Tides drill keyholes
into the rocks. No key
will ever open them

into a bloody chamber,
or any new world.
One last time

we walk hand in hand
through the salt-sting.

Jennifer McGowan

Obtaining her MA and PhD from the University of Wales, Jennifer has performed in many countries, both spoken word and unspoken word (mime). She likes to hide in the fifteenth century, only with modern plumbing.

http://www.jennifermcgowan.com

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