(c) Ms Carol Ann Lowry/DACS; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation

A blessing song

The sea is a liar.

She feels no grief, no desire.

She rattles you and throws you down on deck,

then sends her sprays of kisses on your neck.


Each violence is her way to offer love.

She has spun the breathing out of you,

cradled you then spit on you,

plunged you down. But you are not drowned.


Consider it a blessing if she knots

you in wrack and leaves you

down in the dark.

For you are not dead.

Sarah Marina Blake was born in South Wales. She works as an editor and printmaker and lives in Surrey. For examples of her work visit www.sarahblakeart.com.


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