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THE COVE |
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Clambering over the sharp piled rock on my shoulders Jane her hair almost orange against granite grey sky black sea Michi stumbling behind with Ena still looking prim & with an air of dignity, to the little sandy cove where we explore the rocks & pools, the spray & smell of sea fresh in the nostrils; a boulder mossy with seaweed & algae, bulwark against the sea's smash where I sit with the girls, spray thrown in our faces, uplift of disintegrating foam marbled soap-green undertow. We prise limpets from quartz, muscles like pink fibres elastically cling suck, on the mottled rocks clusters of big red starfish: throw stranded ones into the waves, search in the sand for shells; the four of us small vulnerable in the shadow of cliff sea sky, isolated together isolated, cocooned & isolated each with our nets of anxiety, nerves transmitting sensual joy, minds flittering. Here the four of us, alone & only a tremor of the rift or distant gunshots worry me. |
DAVID TIPTON |
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