by Robin Boothroyd

This weekend I’m returning to the sea having not seen it in over a month. It goes without saying that I’m a little excited. To celebrate, here’s what’ll likely be the opening section of ‘Fathom’.



Now I remember:
when the sea rises
the air loses depth.

The sea rises.

Shallows, shoals
and rock pools
an afterthought
of the endless
peaks and troughs.

The air loses depth.

pile up
on the ceiling
of the sky.

The sea rises.

Like a humpback whale
to a cloud of krill
she swallows great clumps
of grey pebbles whole.

The land vanishes.


Read more extracts from ‘Fathom’ here, and fingers crossed for some more inspiration this weekend.