the tide rises, the tide falls | an oceanic literary magazine
I am a monolith
of my own making: uncarved,
my flesh cold to the touch
and unbetraying. No life remains,
no moss or insects make
their home in the stony depths. I yearn—
to be warmed sand on a hidden shore, or
a polished rock beautified by the tossing waves, or any iteration of my existence
which takes strength from struggle.
Instead, I calcify.
defaces the block
and David emerges…)
Respite comes, as it always does,
in the form of a touch. When the sun
touches the gentle curve of the shore-line,
the stars breathe relief
into the boundless cosmos – still there, still resting in the pockmarked sky.
Greenery yellows. Tides sigh.
Stone bleaches and crumbles.
bloom bells (she/her) is a creative consultant & copywriter based in London. having graduated from University of Cambridge in 2021, she’s currently working on her first poetry anthology & hopes to one day make the permanent career switch from writing corporate LinkedIn posts to books of her own.