is clear as glass
and our dragon
guards the dune
where once we came ashore
a plastic bottle
of disinfettante
rolls over a bed of shells
- its narrow neck split open
the wine
enclosed will sour
in its jade green stoppered bottle
almost buried in the sand
the rusting shotgun cartridge
also green
but used
by a hunched grey
pigeon nodding
and dragging
its broken wing
the can of spray
is rose bouquet
the plastic glove
is surgical
the slip on shoe
is without its sole
the squeezed out tube
of mayonnaise
has flavoured its final dish
of fish 'n' chips
the lifebelt's rotted ring
with short frayed rope
it was a decent blow
someone may say
with no reports
of tragic deaths
this time
the odd dead crab
or jellyfish
a roaming dog
or a cat perhaps
but nothing of any consequence
a boat lost far away unseen
and not picked up on the coastguard radar
the breeze down here is fresh
and clean
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| 'our dragon guards the dune' |
Came ashore... Could be at Porth Neigwl. Great place for flotsam and jetsam.
ReplyDeleteWhen you stand there on the shore and the wind is off the sw it has come 7,000 miles over the ocean. Unfortunately we cannot do much to clean up the sea which is full of our crap but we can at least make a try with the air.
ReplyDeleteTrash to art, poetic recycling.
ReplyDeleteI like the trash to art philosophy. I enjoy visiting art exhibitions of assembled trash. There should be more. Trash, especially sea trash, is of our times.
ReplyDeleteThe floating island of Japanese trash is the size of Texas and heading for the west coast of the USA. There will be plenty of sea trash exhibitions in the next years but maybe you will need to put on a radiation protection suit to visit some of them.
At least they might not have to pay to have guided tours... it may illuminate itself. (ok, that was terrible, lol.)
ReplyDeleteV, it wasn't terrible it was terribly good ;)
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