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.
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.