I.
a tide in retreat
each wavelet foam
over flat saturated sand
on which my sole imprints
a moonscape
II.
an oyster shell
washed up unhinged
the fragile part of an abandoned home
III.
an outcrop at ocean’s edge
algae streamers
drift trapped by a tide pool
a gull wails
IV.
I sit stark against fading sky
my lunatic mind salt-crusted
my heart line creased
still I am pearlescent
Jude Marr is currently a teaching fellow at Georgia College in Milledgeville, where she is working her way toward a poetry MFA. Her work has appeared, or is forthcoming, in The Cortland Review, r.kv.ry., The Binnacle, and Words Dance, among others. She is an assistant editor at Ghost Ocean.
Wonderful. I especially like the second stanza.
V.