The Cold Tap Sings

the p-word

Tag: Cormorant

THIS MORNING

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FATHOM – CORMORANT

Here’s a recording of the second section of ‘Fathom‘. You can find the text here.

 

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SALT-BLOOD (Mk.II)

So here’s an expanded version of ‘Salt-Blood‘ from ‘Fathom’, and an image to help set the scene. Hopefully you’ll be able to make out his silhouette against the looming clouds.

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‘Salt-Blood (Mk.II)’

Atop
a barnacle-encrusted
lamppost-like pole
twenty yards out

where
a hidden pipe spews
I know not what
into the precious sea

on
what looks like
an upturned waste
paper basket

a
solitary
cormorant
roosts.

Earlier
a fish was trapped
in his dinosaur-beak –

O how it writhed
half-swallowed

swimming in air

before it slid
into the saltcellar
of his stomach.

Later he might
walk the land
ride the air

or dive in

and swim around
the sound world
of the sea.

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Scroll down or click here for more on ‘Fathom’.

SALT-BLOOD

I spent the afternoon in Battersea Park today and a word in the book I was reading triggered this scene, which may make it into ‘Fathom’ (more here).

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‘Salt-Blood’

A fish is caught in the trap
of a cormorant’s dinosaur-beak
and writhes, half-swallowed,
swimming in air, desperate.

The bird opens his gullet, gulps,
gulps again: the fish vanishes
into the saltcellar of his stomach.

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The cormorant is one of my favourite birds because they have the ultimate freedom to explore water, land and sky. If only I could do the same…