Meeting One.
Life out of reach, jagged mountains, sharp rocks rising from forests,
Copses and stands swaying in the winds of this underworld,
Bubbled pearls born from aired waves kiss and chase through branches of kelp as startled doves,
Anemone beckon, and jewelled scree nestled in envelopes of stone,
He’d wonder beyond the mountains, depths to misted blue, shrouded white boulders on desert sands.
When he was four, he’d lie at the shore, the glass door an inch from his nose, lost in this place.
When he was five, face, eyes and all, under and in, he could see, and fish would nibble his nose.
He didn’t know it was impossible, a boy, to breathe under, he knew no different.
He told no one, where he’d rather be.
When he was six, only his feet anchored to limpet rock, his body merged.
He’d been told of mermaids at bedtime, and day-dreamed of meeting one,
‘I wonder’ he thought.
‘We’d have the best conversations,’
And with that, he slipped away, new life begun
Copses and stands swaying in the winds of this underworld,
Bubbled pearls born from aired waves kiss and chase through branches of kelp as startled doves,
Anemone beckon, and jewelled scree nestled in envelopes of stone,
He’d wonder beyond the mountains, depths to misted blue, shrouded white boulders on desert sands.
When he was four, he’d lie at the shore, the glass door an inch from his nose, lost in this place.
When he was five, face, eyes and all, under and in, he could see, and fish would nibble his nose.
He didn’t know it was impossible, a boy, to breathe under, he knew no different.
He told no one, where he’d rather be.
When he was six, only his feet anchored to limpet rock, his body merged.
He’d been told of mermaids at bedtime, and day-dreamed of meeting one,
‘I wonder’ he thought.
‘We’d have the best conversations,’
And with that, he slipped away, new life begun
Life out of reach, jagged mountains, sharp rocks rising from forests,Copses and stands swaying in the winds of this underworld, Bubbled pearls born from aired waves kiss and chase through branches of kelp as startled doves, Anemone beckon, and jewelled scree nestled in envelopes of stone, He’d wonder beyond the mountains, depths to misted blue, shrouded white boulders on desert sands.
When he was four, he’d lie at the shore, the glass door an inch from his nose, lost in this place. When he was five, face, eyes and all, under and in, he could see, and fish would nibble his nose. He didn’t know it was impossible, a boy, to breathe under, he knew no different. He told no one, where he’d rather be. When he was six, only his feet anchored to limpet rock, his body merged. He’d been told of mermaids at bedtime, and day-dreamed of meeting one,
‘I wonder’ he thought.
‘We’d have the best conversations,’
And with that, he slipped away, new life begun’
When he was four, he’d lie at the shore, the glass door an inch from his nose, lost in this place. When he was five, face, eyes and all, under and in, he could see, and fish would nibble his nose. He didn’t know it was impossible, a boy, to breathe under, he knew no different. He told no one, where he’d rather be. When he was six, only his feet anchored to limpet rock, his body merged. He’d been told of mermaids at bedtime, and day-dreamed of meeting one,
‘I wonder’ he thought.
‘We’d have the best conversations,’
And with that, he slipped away, new life begun’
Meeting One.
Leather, seaweed, wood, glass.
Leather, seaweed, wood, glass.
W x H x D
375 x 600 x 245 mm
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