Wednesday, 1 February 2012

Platform 1-crabs


This month sees poetry on platform 1 by Leanne Haynes and George McKissock. For more information on these poets please see our dedicated Platform 1 page.

Episode 1,

The crab slowly lifts his head,

sieves the sand in

fine inspection –

moves mastered by agility.

He notices my curiosity,

pen poised, edging towards

blank page-

He fast retreats.

Back to the hole from which it came


By Leanne Haynes


Crabbing

Some reek of sour mud

And lie heavy upon me,

Inert and unbreathing.

Others’ claws are sharp:

Cut the pages to pieces

Then scuttle away.

Some inhabit borrowed shells

Indifferent to my knocking

A surly refusal to play.

Even night’s elegant tracery

Is erased by waking light

Washing over me.

Magnificent monster

Lurking in the deep:

Exposure is waiting, and waiting.


By George McKissock


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