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Sandra Noel

 

 

 

The sea happens to me today

not because I’m the woman in the bakers
brusque turned rude
or the peaches              still hard in the bowl
skin-touched with mould

I need a reassemble immersion
my flamingo of balance is stuck
on a slope of rough ground

I drive to the lighthouse
where the crosshatch of push
and pull tides argue the way

a woman is shredding a tissue
her eye on a child in the waves

I undress           swim close        yet far
a mingle of grey over my head
an hour of rain curtaining in

a shift   see-saws           my body of waters
the woman offers a towel to her loved one

she sinks back into my skin

 

 

Sandra Noel is a Jersey born poet with a passion for the sea. Her poems appear in various UK publications. Sandra’s debut collection Into The Under was published in 2024 by Yaffle.

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