St Clair, 19 November 2017
Tracking the sand
in perfect blue–green,
you leave a deep shine
rising from her face.
None of what you whisper is for me
so I slip this shell in my pocket,
let the sand trail warm there.
The next time I reach in,
I will remember
sand caking my toes
and your waves breaking me clean.
Shereen Asha Murugayah
Shereen Asha Murugayah was born and bred in Kuala Lumpur and lives in Dunedin. She received her PhD in biochemistry this year. Her poems have appeared in Rambutan Literary, The New Zealand Poetry Yearbook 2018 and Right Hand Pointing. She tweets as @Shereen_Asha
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Hebridean Seaweed Soup
Sea Whistle? A broth of Dead Man’s Rope?
A fusion of Fucus flavours:
Bladderwrack, Spiral Wrack, Channelled Wrack?
Or perhaps a mash of Devil’s Apron/
bulbous prongs of Velvet Horn?
Something named only in Gaelic, with a little garlic?
Each summer evening, after a long Atlantic swim
(no skins), I cook and try the day’s find,
ranging ever further out onto rarely visited skerries of taste.
An earlier version has been previously published by Ekphrastic Review.
Bruach Mhor lives by a loch, is transitioning into a seal, tries to walk mindfully. His poems have most recently appeared in Ink, Sweat and Tears, The Lake, Re-Side, Morphrog, The Broken Spine Artists Collective, Plumwood Mountain, Poetry Village, Emerald (Monstrous Regiment). He tweets as @dolphins_two
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BALTIMORE, COUNTY CORK
sky, mountains, cliffs and glorious wind-swept air.
How could I not dance?
Dance among sea pinks and spongy grasses.
Climb sheer rugged rocks.
‘To the Beacon,’ my friend called.
There, secure between two boulders, I looked down,
down on smoke-blue, sun-diamond sea.
Previously published in Poetry Space Winter Showcase 2016, Edited by Johanna Boal
Maureen Weldon is Irish. 2014 represented Wales at Ukraine’s Terra Poetica. Her poetry has been widely published, including Crannog, Poetry Scotland, Open Mouse, Vsesvit, Ink Sweat & Tears. She has published five chapbooks, latest, 2014 ‘Midnight Robin’ Poetry Space Ltd. Now hugely looking forward to her Red Squirrel Press Pamphlet in 2020
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One hill of a rock worried with holes
and margined with turquoise sea.
One crusty cheese, a brie perhaps, pecked at,
punctuated with moulds of olive and grey.
One infant between its mother Gozo
and its father Malta:
one Comino (cumin seed), a dry child
holding its head above water,
one at peace in the smell of its own skin –
baby skin, limestone – upper coralline,
one sedimentary compaction that whispers
and waves to ferry boats too grand to call.
Graham Burchell lives in Devon and has four published collections. He is a 2013 Hawthornden Fellow, winner of the 2015 Stanza competition, runner up in the BBC Proms Poetry Competition 2016, a 3rd prize winner in the 2017 Bridport Prize, a poem highly commended in the 2018 Forward prize for best single poem. He is one of five that organises the Teignmouth Poetry Festival.
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Tuscan Sea Scenes
The Caribbean white sands of Vada
have lost their spring banks of seaweed.
Fishing lines and tattered plastic lace
mingle with towels and migrant men
patrolling and selling, wave after wave.
In Rosignano Solvay
the factory with its pluming towers
releases bi-carbonate waste
into turquoise sea.
Tuscan town and village life survives.
In Pomaia red-robed buddhist monks
meditate, watching fields
roll down to a distant milky sea.
The lowering sun anoints it with gold
in defiance of fading light.
From the Castellina hills
a fiery mushroom cloud sunset,
barely disturbs the slate sea.
Jenny lives in Liverpool and has been writing poetry since her teens but only seriously since retiring. She is an ex social worker/NHS worker. She loves Italy and visits as often as possible. She has poems in The Morning Star, in a forthcoming George Eliot anthology, (Yaffle Press), and in the next issue of Nightingale and Sparrow literary magazine. She tweets @jirobb
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Sea Salt Breath
The closer I grow
to the land of sand,
scent of salty air;
natural, cleansing, freshness.
Each breath of serenity
fills my lungs and mind;
old pains swept away
straight out to sea.
I know they’ll be
sent back to me;
waves come and go.
But my home is the shore
on the edge
of blue eternity.
Ryan Dodge is a writer of poetry and fiction, currently living in Los Angeles. When not writing, he is printing letterpress at Iron Curtain Press, enjoying the married life, and talking to his cats like they’re children. He has previously been published in The Dawntreader, Penwood Review and Chantwood Magazine.
He tweets @ryandodgewrites
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