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  • Tue, Nov 10 2009 6:53 AM

    Salt: A Poem by Stef

    I have always quite liked this poem I wrote many years ago about the loneliness of a fisherwoman...


    Her shack, her entire life is salt
    Her man, peppered by surf
    Rolls in and out; to keep herself
    She misses him as he bends his beard to her breast
    And strokes his hair as he talks of the sea.

    Fish he leaves in mountains twice a year
    In a cupboard she opens by candlelight
    In odd nights asleep and wild-eyed
    They flop and twitch at the beat of her light
    Each thump a day, a tick, a year
    Knife-tailing through her hide of hope.

    At night, when up to her knees in salt
    She thinks of a thought she might send to his ship
    That in her swam seas he could fish forever
    And, leaning over his boat
    He would see through the green bottle-neck
    Her eyes alive, waiting, arms crossed
    Over the stillness of mermaid depths
    Such a vivid calling!
    He would cry spit at the sun and dive down abubbled and bulging
    His hair like a fan, gasping for a touch
    A kiss to rob him of his passion for air
    The bursting lungs, the bounding feet, forever the ocean their love…

    This dream she dreams while salting at night
    No tears in the halo of a single candle
    Crooked planks like sailors sleeping in the wind.

    Far in the darkness her man shouts at spray
    Hauling his nets
    He thinks of her twice before sunrise.

  • Tue, Nov 10 2009 1:32 PM In reply to

    Re: Salt: A Poem by Stef

    Wow, profound but yet such presence in language. And... beautiful setting! Well done sir, I wish I could write poems like that.

    "When liberty comes with hands dabbled in blood it is hard to shake hands with her."

    - Oscar Wilde

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