Poem 487

There are twenty s-words in this, giving it (to me at least) a sensation of glitter and glare like the light reflected off the sheds, much more and you’d need shades to read it … I was experimenting here with different spacings within lines …

( I like the alliteration of shaft/shouldering striking/sheds sharpness/softened shining/shed/side/sea stood/still … )

Sunset Evans Bay

long shaft shouldering by
Somes island      striking sheds
at an angle         the sizzling aluminium
faces in Shelly Bay that turn
the light          lay their reflection
half a mile away
         on the water

a skewed rectangle       sharpness softened
rubbed off in the air
rippling corrugations in the unstill bay

as hills cut into sun
the shining shed side in the sea
does not fade
                           so much as sink

a clumsily hooked fish
all but dead          slipping
the bright line
white belly clouding
as if the two of you
          stood still

and the water grew between