Rock Pool

A poem about the liminal threshold of rock pools.

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My unsteady feet on the passive rock,
the iron stone of inter-land.

I am smiling with you, coming and going,
bucking

as purple-slick leather straps over glossing clots,
the green tissue ribbons
beneath silhouette of my childhood
bent over the sunbeam pools.

We throw
stones at the silver breach,
in hope to keep the waves at bay.

Christopher Hopkins is a Welsh poet living in Faversham. He has received an IPPY, CLMP Firecracker and three Pushcart Prize nominations.

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