Sunday, December 07, 2008


She's the colour of weeds
on a background of night.

Sea witch, with starfish lights
in her eyes. Hunger

shapes her mouth
like a wasted child,

turned out
into loveless corners.

She mourns the sea mist,
the roll of breakers,

starves for the crunch
of baby fish in her teeth.

Marine, aquatic, anivista,
all her shadows are liquid,

all her flesh is stark.
She cannot hold her bones

as they splinter and turn
beneath her skin,

a skeleton of holes.


Blogger Chris Never said...

You have always been one for the inspiration of art or photographs,I sometimes wonder if you should move to Paris, hook up with a starving artist and live in squalor overlooking the Eiffel Tower *grin*

Who knows what poems would flow like the murky depths of the Seine lol

This is an excellent capturing of the essence of the image, you take it and make it your own.

Colleen shin is still out and about I see

1:03 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

lol. Yes, Coleen is still around and she's as talented an artist as she is a poet, which seems a bit hard on us lesser mortals.

1:20 PM  

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