'Dim purple windows of the empty swell'
James Elroy Flecker – A Fragment
Empty swell lifting like a ghost
haunting each word stem
in uneven chorus, old sea
in the history of morning
carries old songs to the surface.
messages of drift; audible wind
spell-swept deep on the coast.
Perhaps curve on curve
pair to imitate
more of the same?
There is so much here that wishes to intrude
so many things score the silence
in a small part water. In a small way fish.
The piscatorial wishes, the voice
is folding, peeling down corridors
flowing through like animate whirls holding off form
like a wave before upon
the shore amongst simile
in the heart of a dream.