xi.
You know they dumped dioxin
and smashed the drums
and let it leak
little
by permanent little
on to the world’s
most musical beach.
Poem and reading by Rachel McAlpine CC BY 2.0, photo of Backbeach by Dave Young CC BY 2.0.
Back Beach
Thirteen waves: viii.
viii.
A rock kneels up in the ocean;
an ocean climbs over the rock;
a fringed eye is blinking.
Poem and reading by Rachel McAlpine CC BY 2.0, photo of rock pools by Chris Gin CC NC-ND 2.0.
Poems in the wild—Rachel McAlpine 