Poetry Magazines - The best collection of poetry magazines online - Simon Armitage

                       I am beached                             on the reef of you
               where the tide                            thunders in from the ocean
                        here I cast my net                        in the groove
                  where water floods                     through to the inlet
                        and wait                                    for small fish

               footprints in moonlight            indent the skin of the sand
            we all made our way                           to this place where sea
                        pounds the land                         on the shore
        (a trespass by starlight               by sea ship or earth circling jet)

                clouds shuffle                            and slur over the sky
         wrathful and grumbling                 make room for the sun
            for more house guests                 who may never go home

                       I fill a bucket                           with tiny tails
                            carry a                thousand silver eyes
                           watching me                   silently wary

                               later                    I take them out
                                     lay                  them down
                                         cut them           open
                                  look for                      bones
                                      find                  nothing
                                  feel only           enchantment

punga fronds unfurl
beckoning fingers
fringes of bush
calling me
deeper into
the heart of
the cloak
of your
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