Giles Watson

Giles Watson

Posted on 05/30/2014

Photo taken on May 26, 2014

See also...

Photo and Poetry Photo and Poetry



Authorizations, license

Visible by: Everyone
All rights reserved

163 visits

Isola 6

Isola 6

6. Strand-Songs
for Ella Kolodziej

Here, there is music in the textures of the strand:
I bend down to touch it, and its wetness hums
beneath my fingertips. It turns tremulous under
a thumbnail’s width of water, and the tide-stretch
thrums with a white plangency. There have been days
when the pulse of it has run up my arm and into
my throat, and nights when, lying down, my lungs
have quivered like the inside of a drum. I become
its instrument: I open my mouth and exhale songs
which rise as steam to obscure the moons. Bird-things
come and drink the strand-songs from my lips,
then fly and scatter notes like salts, or sands.

Here, there is music in the textures of the strand.

Poem by Giles Watson, 2014.

Mike Jones
Mike Jones
"Here there is music in the textures of the strand". There is indeed ! A magic line this.
4 years ago.