I had intended to write every week; and I didn’t intend to post any of my poetry. This overdue letter is in the form of a poem. I had been thinking about Lady Nakatomi writing tanka and collecting shells and a walk I’d taken with my sister at Tyrella beach.
Worse again – it had originally been a poem about writing and ended with the lines ‘I talk too much; don’t listen enough / were you thinking that about me’ but that didn’t work out either. It is strange how things take their own direction. Perhaps that’s what I’d been thinking about… and ghosts. The good news is that I am to have two poems in Abridged 0-17 due out the end of July. It’s a visual arts / poetry journal on the subject of ‘Time’ – really looking forward to hearing it. Anyway here is ‘Tyrella’
one part of the beach is covered
in tiny shells; precisely made
as tanka; fine lines of ochre
and lilac etched on ivory.
I select some as reminders
though I know their lacquer will fade
without moisture. There is nothing
on the water, not even a
liner out on the horizon –
and what seemed to be shifting sands
is a low mist rising. I move
through it, as one might gently touch
the surface of old love-letters.