Poetry Porch: Poetry


by Chris Wallace-Crabbe

                 The skyline smoke, bulwards of sand:
            His tunic creased from side to side
               The blue god creeps upon the land
                 Relentlessly with every tide.

           Inscrutably, with every tide
              The blue god meets prosaic land,
                   His ruffled tunic drifting wide,
                   His torn lace tossed upon the sand.

Copyright © 2009 by Chris Wallace-Crabbe.