EVENTUALLY IT SANK IN

A poem of exile. A human the wrong side of a wide sea, a cold beach, night falling.

LIVING BY THE WATER

His last great splendid had sailed.

He walked the changing shore,

watched the waves,

kidded himself that a life

lived beside the water kept it real.

Eventually it sank in.

His last great splendid had sailed.

And here he was

quenched in brine and red biddy,

discovering he was the wrong side of a sea

too deep to wade, too far to leap.

The sun had set, the night was cold.

It is an attempt to catch a fleeting moment, a sudden realisation that changes one's perception. The illustration is by Alison Wilson. Oh, red biddy is a drink of the desperate, cheap red wine and mentholated spirits.

Here's Anna Ternheim and Ana Brun. 

Until next time.