by Catherine Thomas

Silver, blue-black, glittering,

The crescendo of soda shattering on its blade

like in pirate stories.

Fossils strewn around your feet

As a king claims his treasure, a soldier his kill.

Kaleidoscopic skeletons in their slow starshine.

Wax-jacket weather,

Shrouded in a cocoon of home-scented warmth

That smuggles you away from twinkling graves

And make-believe pirate ships,

The lonely darknesses

And the cruel, ever-creeping tide.

Catherine Thomas is from Guernsey. She has had several short plays produced in London and Oxford, and last year completed an MA in Writing for Stage.

  1. #1 by John Ritchie on May 25, 2011 - 8:11 am

    Ah, the wonderful Jurrasic Coast.

    A powerful, evocative poem. I could almost smell the salt.



  2. #2 by jennifer walmsley on May 25, 2011 - 1:30 pm

    Great poem. Really enjoyed this.

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