Seaskyland

20th Nov 2018

An elemental blending, love caught

between language. Plethu-interweaving fingers

 

folding into each other. Seaskyland without space

in between plaited palms.

 

A sycamore leaf, once brittle like scorched paper

imprinted on sand's grained surface. Water

 

coursing through veins, the tide breathes life

again   inhale   exhale   leaving

 

sculptured contours of corrugated sand

mapping a fleeting existence on the shore at dusk.

 

Slowly receding water, iridescent light

like oil on slick seaweed clinging to metal pipes.

 

"Lets boulder hop back" you said.

I don't want to leave. Place me

 

like a leaf between seaskyland

tirmorawyr.