Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Church Ope Cove


Tethered kelp shakes
angry algal fists
at boy racer waves

reaching for shore.
Slow-time tides beat
lunar tattoos.

Oil black mackerel
taunt the shore bound;
Slick and shifting.

Wind whips; lips chapped;
horse-tail salt slaps.
Breathe in brine.


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This entry was posted on February 5, 2018 by in Poem, poem of the day, Poetry, Will Vigar and tagged , , , , , , , , .
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