sea froth solid
as cherry blossom
on day one
catching sinister pastels
each in its own
sweet bubble
oiling our beauty
by any means
fair or foul
poem & pic cc by 2.0 Rachel McAlpine
pollution
Thirteen waves: xi.
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.
Poems in the wild—Rachel McAlpine 