the ocean in a room
sloshing against the walls
a bee in your closed fist
feel the fury of her tiny heart
a mouth in a cage
forced to speak a second language
a rope of sand
spun on a wide bleak strand
press your ear to the cold wet ground
hear the long words of the sea



Geoff Sawers has been an artist, postman, barman, data-entry drone and wildlife tour guide. He lives in Reading with his disabled son.