Aeonian Arteries (working title)

As the current theme of my uni work focuses on the sea and waves and things of a maritime nature, my poetry of this time is obviously taking on a salty edge. So here is the first, written in response to a section from The Outermost House by Henry Beston.

Stratospheric flesh

bones of rock

and marrow mould

endure the season

of the blood.

A crashing pulse

beat eternal

beneath the sky,

a briny heart's

tidal contractions -

diastole

systole - 

through carbon veins.

Surf exhales

sighs up sand

dissipating strength

and lingers.

Surf inhales

its shivering water and

retreats

in an erosive breath

an unremitting cadence

heard around the world.