Near Haystack Rock
You take the bread crust
from my hand as if you care
for me and trust me
though I trapped your mom
not that long ago and took
your dad too. This shaves
the joy off my skin
leaving certain raw places
where my fluids rise
and shine, then turn dark.
My eyes have grown crystalline
and jagged beams flash
even though I still throw
bread in the air to draw you
to me and your friends
to me too. I sit
in my car and think of old
scars and "b" movies.
December 8, 2013 8:59 AM
Haystack Rock - a dedicated, protected Marine Garden - rises 235 feet out of the sand and the sea at the low tide line in Cannon Beach Oregon. Haystack Rock and the area around it are abundant with sea life. Care must be taken to avoid trampling this delicate life. The Rock is also home to many birds, including tufted puffins, gulls, and cormorants.
My other Sunday prompt, The Sunday Whirl
Yeah...one hand kills - another feed....~ well captured
ReplyDeleteI like the image in the photo and in your poem of the feeding of the birds, in spite of....
ReplyDeleteThat "shaves the joy" sentence--super-good
ReplyDeleteCannon Beach, a favorite destination!! As always, beautifully composed.
ReplyDeleteHelen, of course the other beach in the image offered by Tess is somewhere where they drive on the left side of the road. At least I choose it to be the hand of the driver feeding the flock. Otherwise it is likely the driver taking the photo. Then the solitary person at the beach becomes a pair and the poem makes much less sense.
DeleteClever and hip as always...especially like "shaves the joy off my skin"...
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