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Seascape with Figures

Author: 
Pete Faulkner

Collapsed tents of net

stretch past the sunken tiny-windowed cottages

empty now.

Abandoned fishingboats drown in sand.   He

 

walks the sunset.   She

flaps like a mad bird

in his dressing-gown   and throws it off.

 

Sea retreats

over rocks moulded into Daliesque whorls

by millenia of waves.

 

She rolls on the stillwarm beach

then gets up

 

a risen mermaid

her bodystocking warm crystal sand.

 

They walk home

past the square whitewashed house

where the quiet lady artist

used to live.

 

From Painted, Spoken No 8 (2005)