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POEM OF THE MONTH: The Marble Sea

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POEM OF THE MONTH: The Marble Sea

An hours drive to the sea

Steep hills dive,

Escaping the blinded smell of highway sirens

This time of year, waves bite rabidly into the land,

Tearing mouthfuls away with rounded molars

Bits and chunks fall from fleshy chops

Seafoam and mosses, of custard and cream

The pudding raft afloat cold ink becoming

The bay’s turkish delight

 

A cargo shipwreck now hugged by grasses

Gutted, rust gnawing at the remains

This rotted scenery, birthplace of joy

Dogs and waves exchange growls

Digging holes to find putrid gulls,

The salt and sand hide no gem

 

Meet the poet - Aurelien Accolas

"All my poems are set by the sea, I don’t know why that is, maybe because it's timeless. The coast has the means to make me feel several emotions at once, something that doesn’t really happen elsewhere. This poem is a walk on the cliffs of the Marmara Sea (meaning marble sea in ancient greek). I remember the feeling of cold, turbulence, and desertedness; the immense landscape, my dog too playful for this serious place, and the wind trying to push me over the edge to the bubbling waves."