Thursday 26 November 2009

#6 - Fuck Denmark

cussed Hamlet,
tore off some wax paper from a big roll
in the kitchen

wrapped a bit of coffee cake in it
then buggered off.

He went to the beach first,
plunged his forearm into rockpools

and brought up shells, wet pebbles
that gleamed like magic eggs.
He listened to the soft clacking sound

they made as they jostled in his cupped hands
then let them drop back in
through a skein of black bladderwrack
like a drowned girl's hair.

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