Today’s choice

Previous poems

Clare Bryden

 

 

 

The long arc

I

seek justice
and you hold
a seashell to your ear

hear
oceans whispering limitless
sssshhh

history heaps sheering waves
shattering across reefs
sweeping shallow bays

rearing breakers
pound shelving beaches
scatter shells with razor-sharp edges

II

knowledge like coral
shelters fluid ecosystems
and fragile

when bleached and gone
none can be recouped
crocheting hyperbolic space

 

 

Clare Bryden is a writer and web developer based in Exeter, UK. Her interests are wide-ranging, but primarily the place of humanity within the natural world of which we are part, and the related theology and psychology of connectedness.
clarebryden.co.uk   @clarebryden.bsky.social

Gail Webb

He cuts. I lie still, teach myself
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seaweed strewn on incoming tides,
surfers slice big waves in half.

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white on blood-red background, landscaped in green,

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These days are more than others

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