Mikaela Castledine #299 – #303 The Sea


We are always trying and failing

to write new poems about the sea

but they have all been written before

and been mostly sunk

in the greening deep


The sea is

an epiglottal flood

a snorting catarrh

a misting cataract across your vision

the sea is an infection in a fracture

an oozing effluvian wound

that needs salt washing

before it eats away

The sea grows in the belly swelling

spreads through the vessels to the nodes

it cannot be contained cut out or chemo-ed

and will get you in the end


The sea is old skin

pinch pleated

easily bruised

festering beneath

slow to heal over

Punch drunk and reeling


the sea swallows its own tongue


The sea is never happy

anxiety quelled

by obsessive and compulsive

washing and rewashing


The sea is vocal

all the sirens shanties and odes

are only air suck blown and redirected

through the conch of a shell sky

curled over a sea horizon

The sea is mezzo

the sea is baritone

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