Shellspeak
Dawn brings the gulls out
white, crackling, cocky.
Salt, deep in the sea's sinews,
long for an eye.
In the depths of the fishing net
a lone mackerel gasps.
An old litany escapes
from the church's tired heart.
The harbour coats old wounds
with coarse salt.
Far away, a coffin closes.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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Reminds me of a life well lived, of having accomplished all that should have been, and saying good bye in peace.
A rather lingering, bittersweet effect.
Love it. :) :)
Thought evoking words... The sea always makes me think of life and death. It is the source of life on earth, yet it also becomes the coffin for many lives.
@ Tinker: Yes, the sea always lingers... in your blood, in your sinews. Thanks, and glad you like it.
@Iniyaazh: Thanks for dropping by... the sea always shelters the core of thought, deep and dark. Life and death are just tiny particles in it. Visited your blog, too... keep at it!
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