After the storm

After the storm

Who can resist ?

The treasures that the sea throws in

After the storm on Friday last

Thick shelled mouse ears

Size of fingernails and perfect white
spiralling in and out of sight

And limpets , rounded pyramids of rock

Or starry chalices

Or covers from a mermaids breasts
or codfish brains

Rough on the outside , smooth inside

And sea glass , green and brown and clear

ground on the edge like jewels and casting
coloured motes of light on stones

and empty winkles , round and dark

and debris strewn across the path

and seaweed hanging from a gate

The hanging door is open wide

There’s salty puddles in the hall

And shingle filling up the grate

A mackerel lying on the hearth

A.Greg , Whitehead , 11/08/2019

This is the last week of July

July

This is the last week of July

gold 
petals shred like glory in the wind

and bumble bees … grazing like fuzzy cattle of the sun …

they zig zag on the marjoram

up high ,

go wondering wispy thoughts that pass and drift

way up there in the bluest blue

faint    wishes                                       unformed notions

afloat                 upon an empty   ocean

 behind ,

but lower down ,

And under towed

go towering bowsers of the air

heavy , thunderous , bound with twine ,

like fleecy haystacks , palaces of wound up wool ,

in lumps and bundles ,

water laden - bumper full and plumped and thumping ,

wrapped but ready to spill all

at any moment's crash and pour   how can
 we live under this weight ?

and bumble bees

graze like the cattle of the sun

zig zagging on the marjoram

                 Anita Greg 07/08/2019

Flints

Flints

shapely like
the bones of ancient oxen

Some no bigger than a thumb but
some more like the ball and socket
of a hip , sculpted
  lumps found
buried in their bed
 of snowy chalk

 split they look like
gelatine but they take edges
hard as shark hearts

from the void

Anita Greg , Whitehead co Antrim , 27/08/2019

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