top of page
the tide rises, the tide falls | an oceanic literary magazine
Band of Rain, Marching
by
KC Bailey
Thunder drum beats
on the ocean
a bombardment of droplets
thrash the surface
thousands of water crowns sent skyward
pitter-patter circles percuss
radiate and clash
in storm-grey tantrums
October skies frown
the sea shudders
swells rise and crash
as waves breathe in and out
wind-scuffed clouds break
sunlight leaks through
indigo hues turn forget-me-not blue
calm restored, water settles
though the tide never sleeps
KC Bailey’s publication credits include Black Bough Poetry, Monkey Kettle & The Ekphrastic Review. She practices Tai Chi and drinks Earl Grey tea, though hasn’t yet mastered the art of doing both simultaneously (@KCBailey_Writer).
bottom of page