A seiche over flat water
sky harsh and on the horizon
the cones and shoulders of the far islands
fixed like souvenir glass on your mantle.
The tide’s slack and the squid fishers
are idling with the collie who’s
there at every cast and shadow.
Their lines go down in the cold bright
to seagrass and old stones.
Now starlings up from the wires,
the sedges and the saltbush
beat the full urgency of the wind —
as if we’re dumb or asleep or
holding our breath, ready to walk home
home through long drowned meadows.
Image: Original photo by Samuel Scrimshaw on Unsplash. A piece from recent travels to the wonderful Flinders Island in Bass Strait between the mainland and Tasmania. Thanks for reading…
And for those with itchy feet (or unresolved issues with the piano accordion) here’s the wonderful Pauline Oliveros with The Wanderer
5 thoughts on “Melancholy Bay, Flinders Island”
What a lovely way to start my day.
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Great post 😁
Thanks, glad you liked.
love the image– long drowned meadows
Thanks so much. The strait which I was looking at on that doleful Sunday is a shallow sea that’s been around for only 8000 years or so.