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the tide rises, the tide falls | an oceanic literary magazine
A walk on the beach becomes a poem
by
Sue Watling
Tides are line breaks,
ebb flow,
offering in-between spaces.
Waves are rhythms,
fast slow
adding fishy arpeggios.
Whirls of ammonite,
fingers of squid,
fossils for longevity.
Scraps of amber,
faded carnelian,
sifting shingle for imagery.
I taste salt on your tongue,
or maybe tears.
It ends with a stanza of ocean.
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Sue Watling is a writer and poet living in the north England, where she keeps honey bees and is currently making the transition from published non-fiction to more creative forms of writing, and in particular, poetry.
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