03 Dec APPROACHING ALL HALLOWS EVE AT CAPE ST VINCENT

Posted at 10:13h in Poetry by

 

White water whisks up the hint of a rainbow

as the pugilist wind pummels our ears

Goaded, the waves punch

the length of the eastern face

and fall back on themselves

A confusion of currents contorts the depths

spraying the ageing sunshine

with blood from a cut lip

Beauty and beast in one

as the bruised eye catches glimpses of colour

like spirits from summers past