In the morning feel the hard frost
Bend brokenness, add ache
To stiff bone and disfigured skin–
The ice in the pail has frozen
In jagged and jumblesome shards.
Note nothing has altered.
The broom leans the same way,
Dust crowds as before, grimy pots
Lend shelter to stiff-legged spiders
Smoke is the memory of fires past.
The ice is melting from rusted eaves
Where it– the frost– rests at a stretch
And cradles the earth in her low hours
When she hovers on tired axis, tilts in a dream
Stretches and unwinds to another day.
© E. Richardson
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The shadow passed directly overhead, no prior notice. No wing-beats or engines, just the temporary darkening of the sun. I squinted upwards. The return of the dinosaurs? Haast’s Eagle rebuilt from stem cells, on a maiden voyage to the coast? Hardly. Just a plane. But right then, as I stood on the sand– stick in […]
The beach is a friend of the morning:
Each a sheet in the sea of the sun.
The seal pup is playing the mouth
Of the river that swallows the sea.
The seal pup is playing for fun:
He’s not in this business for food,
There’s a wave at the bay that he’s chasing,
The woman is waving away
The rise of the tide is dawning,
The sun rose the previous morning,
The seal pup is playing the tides,
And the woman is playing for time.
The seal is after a fish
That spins away from the mouth
The seal gives up the chase,
The woman is walking south.
The woman is cooking tea
In a caravan by the sea.
The fish is in the pan
And the seals are sailing south.
The river is widest at the mouth,
Where it turns towards the south.
The river is a silver ribbon
In a sea of silver-black.
The woman is a sea of mourning,
A sea of grief and salty tears
In the shadow of the morning
She shall not look back.
An old woman walked up a hill
She wished for sun and a view of the sea.
At the top of the hill was a seat in the sun.
The surf curled frothily below,
Her toes curled with pleasure.
The Sun eased the spasms in her back.
She thought herself young,
Or old ahead of her years.
She went down the hill quite content.