RIVULETS

by Robin Boothroyd

So I spent last weekend on the coast with friends pretending it was Christmas. It was amazing! I also managed to scribble down a few lines intended for ‘Fathom’ before the festivities began. It was great to smell the sea air again.

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Rivulets purl
through clefts
betwixt
rock pools
bejewelled
with beadlet
anemones
and gush
into the deep.

O waves!
I bury my nose
in your brackish scent
as I would the breast
of a lover.

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Read more sections from ‘Fathom’, my ongoing project about the sea, here.

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