beach

Glitter

Burst of glitter

clitter clatter

click-slip wince

sharp edges shatter

a thousand bits of

shiny sugar

danger lurks

in tiny matter

it could be

sand, or crushed ice

carve your name

on a grain of rice

toss it away

at the beach,

not nice

microscopic microplastic

that’s your glitter

on my fish bone

saw your mark there

next to mine

since God said

“have dominion

over every thing”

do not question

sparkle-shard ephemera

you’ll find our glitter

for millennia

 

Soundcloud recording: https://soundcloud.com/clairevetica/glitter

 

Photo: https://unsplash.com/@sharonmccutcheon

Lessons

 

I learnt permanence from the beach

the way the sand never shifted

and the dunes stood still

a dead spike-backed fish

forever there, the arcs of tides

ancient and fixed

 

I learnt love from the sea

constant, predictable

ever reliable

turn your back, nothing happens

risk free

and the rocks, so orderly

 

I learnt life from the wind

always that solid blue

careful, unchanged

no cloud-claw wisps

nor breeze-tossed leaf

to mar my view

Grave Yard

Bushfire moon

an eye prickly with tired

in the night

things expire

by day

the sand’s a ribcage and

there’s always dead things on the beach

is it unusual?

Embarrassed, shy by my

disconnect

I do not know

I’ve been away

it takes a year but

didn’t ask

in case

no one has noticed and

I’m afraid

what that might mean

 

I didn’t set out to write a series of ‘bushfire’ poems but I guess I did and it seems appropriate for this time of year in NSW, Australia as we’re suffering some bad fires at present. Where I am is OK, we are safe, but there’s smoke in the air most days. 

 

Photo: Claire Doble