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a not so barren rock
my mersey spine
back and tail
to my wirral home,
breathing over welsh hills
with ebb n flow of dee,
ferry lights
liver city waterfront,
this place so green and urban
has a pull
that lingers
to those toiling at sea
or travelling afar,
landscape pulls you back,
thors stone
lighthouses on the shore,
sandstone peninsula
of ancient times,
from road or motorway
distinctive in it’s way
born from the hundred,
Wirral
it stands
this place
my home
long night after flesh (world poetry day)
fog
a thick rope about my neck
tethered me to harbor wall
goat to oceans sacrifice,
behind obscured
lights and windows of those
who do not feel this way,
having taken the bus
found myself here,
bagged empty bottle
at my feet,
if any cigarette’s remained
i would of lit one
tasted toasted tobacco
tongue on teeth
chin to chest,
dark swirl foam
nymphs invite embrace
no fear in my heart
not the the fear i had felt
before she touched
fingertips before stepping
out of the door
with him,
closed my eyes wished to fall
forward and accept that
deep fate,
yet i flew
leaving behind the wall
and those if they had looked
would of observed
me leaving
World Poetry Day 2014
West Kirby Storm Surge 2013
5th December when out of the ordinary high tides and 70mph winds led to the sea tearing into West Kirby, also hit was New Brighton , Hoylake and Parkgate
songs of the heart
suns pity shines
on the damaged boat,
listless resting on rocky beach
cracked paint and clouded windows,
once and a while ago
it moved on inlet
under sail and motor
bright painted with bright young things
sipping drinks,
swim shorts and bikinis
cast off bottles
peeled labels no messages
sink if not carried by current
settling with pale crabs
moving over bottom
withe sideward indifference
creations blood flowed,
and they aged,
a parked sedan
jacketed against the cold
a mans hand touched bow
feeling that old electricity,
seeing the vibrancy
that once had been
a life of splendor
in the benthic zone
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
a fishy story by judith clay
http://society6.com/judithclay
washed over
awakened by sailors milky tears
from depths beyond the sun
she rose red ribbon bound
born of shell and bone,
sand shifted
muted fish schools scattered
his embrace she sought,
scarecrow masted vessel
dashed upon sharp geology,
to safety they leaped,
cruel sky streaked by storm
and acoustic rumble,
body battered in dinghy lay
hand outstretched
fingertips testing jagged surface,
light shone and radiated
in her eyes as close rose
long limbed form kelp caressed
finding him now face down
closer towards him,
lifting his frame from sea to shore
air sharp on lungs
heart pounding,
ship exploded a desolate fireball
as she bowed over him
lips to his,
spluttering coughing
found himself exhausted
and willing in her eyes
bonded by kiss
in eternities grasp
on notable sea
tone dialing remedy
better than those gulls
filling the air with
pull of sea,
encroaching on ears
cochlea tremors
insistent and provocative,
life needed to be in boxes
without labels,
identifying was not the issue
it was separation,
the telephone a child
cradled under chin
suckling on words,
spectacles perched with vertigo
on top of a crooked nose,
lips always poised
to speak but that was of
no consequence as sound
could carry further than voice,
a scream long prolonged
that was what pain brought,
gulls worse than cicadas
blood curled into fingers
then returned leaving them white
and grasping
still nothing,
slit your veins and fill a boat
with a swilling legacy
of something that
should of been,
letting gulls fall
bathing feathers redder
dVersePoets
burn the other way
stressed cotton gripped,
lithograph shapes move
incoherent blemishes
caught by tired eye,
already a haven
checked by those who love,
yet still cold
comes to linger as an
unwelcome friend,
that closet door moves
with slow intent,
tomorrow a long voyage away
and the captain is
losing the wheel,
wanting to send up flares
light kerosene lamps,
to see
bedroom ocean
hindered by furry forms
that sulk in masses,
stories stringed words
hung across the mind
cranial denial,
cotton scrapes
a loose floorboard resonates
without help
from human form,
as captain he needs a crew,
crew of rag and plastic
to his call they rally
corners become embattled
cotton pushed aside,
sails on pine vessel,
beneath the night
a warrior born
clouds of gods look down,
moon casts a charming glow,
a battle cry
loud inside a voice parents
can never here,
on deck face splashed
by waves of memory,
wheel in his grasp
volley and surge
crackled into the night
with electric interference,
lips once moist
with mothers milk
now bloodied call proud,
monsters fled
lines defiled and beaten
each rushing over the fallen,
he would not be wounded
he would not falter,
time a soft blanket
on which he tiredly fell
sleep devoured
and all this would be
a satisfying memory by morning,
but not the claw embedded
in bedroom wall
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