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Temptation in the Water by Joanne Key

20 Friday May 2016

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folklore, Joanne Key, legend, myth, poem, poetry, sea

Temptation in the Water

Human woman we have seen you, far out
on the rocks, pining for a distant shadow.

Come closer. Dip a toe in. Trust.
After all, we are no strangers to disaster.

We are born into shipwrecks
and listen to the constant moan of the deep.

We understand why the tide pulls back
from the shore. It’s the way of things.

Nothing more. But we have also seen
the black heart of water, how it scars

like falling rock. Yes, your fear of loss
is ages old and endless as the ocean,

but remember this - our world is tuned
to the sounds of downed planes and drownings,

the prayers of mourning mothers. We know
by heart the sorrowful shanty of the dead.

Human woman, we have seen ourselves in you.
You have the faraway look of the drifter,

the longing of the castaway, the curiosity
of the deep sea diver. It’s in your eyes.

You know danger, feel the heat and hunger,
the thirst. But let me tell you, there is madness

in a love that goes on forever. Rising from
that kind of depth can bring on the bends.

Learn to swirl a universe on your tongue,
taste this life and we will teach you how to filter

out the noise of human need, narrow the distance
between worlds. Come. Swim with us and let us

return you to a time before limbs, a time
of heartbeat and flotsam. Let us show you

how to dive into a slow goodbye, let everything
fade until only whalesong remains.


Joanne Key lives in Cheshire where she writes poetry and short fiction. She won 2nd prize in the 2014 National Poetry Competition and has previously been shortlisted for Poetry for Performance, The Bridport Prize, Mslexia Poetry Competition and The Plough Poetry Prize. Her poems have appeared both on line and in print. Completely in love with poetry, she writes every day and her work is often inspired by elements of fairytale and folklore.

In the Deep by Wendy Pratt

13 Wednesday Jan 2016

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britain, folklore, legend, myth, poem, poetry, sea, selkie, Wendy Pratt

In the Deep

I was a slip of flotsam, a wave held
sea-slap, turning in the deep. We all
were: the selkies, the seals, the birds
knifing into the black, the mackerel
like a silvery weed, the cod bullying
through the dark. We are all the same;
tugged down on the sea’s umbilical rhythm,
breathing the water’s contractions, the roil
and pull of underwater storms, the dappled
pattern, like fish cheek impressions,
on shallow sand. When the waves rolled
I flew beneath them, felt them hold me,
cupped like a hand, felt my place in the dark.
There are no tears in the sea.


Wendy Pratt was born in Scarborough, North Yorkshire in 1978. She now lives just outside Filey. She has recently completed a BA in English Literature with the Open University, is now studying towards her MA in creative writing with the Manchester Metropolitan University and a PhD at Hull university. Her first poetry pamphlet, Nan Hardwicke Turns into a Hare was published byProlebooks in 2011. Her first full size collection, Museum Pieces is also published by Prolebooks. Her latest pamphlet, Lapstrake is published by Flarestack Poets. Wendy is the poetry correspondent for Northern Soul, where she writes a regular column called ‘Northern Accents’. She is also part of the womentoring project. She won the Yorkmix competition and the Prole laureate in 2015.

To Sail Again by Chris Jones

04 Friday Dec 2015

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Chris Jones, legend, love, poem, poetry, sea, shipwreck

To Sail Again

A broken ship lists on restless surf
Its prow cut by black mocking waves
Its hull is all splintered and riven
Its crew all long captured and slaved.

Tendrils of Neptune drown in her bilge
Long due a watery grave
Blinded, spent, relinquishing life
It slips beneath rapacious waves.

I know of a broken wreck resting in pain
Wishing that things had all stayed the same
Still the same picture but in an old frame
A gold medal runner now hamstrung and lame
A man-eating tiger, whipped, beaten and tame
Once mighty and proud now shackled in chain
A novel unfinished the author insane
Lying in silence in destitute shame
Looking inward to shoulder the blame
Searching for peace to silence the pain…

…but to no avail.

To ride amidst the tides of life
To sail the world of love and strife
To thrill, to touch, to wonder how
To shout once more from her grand prow

But this fair fate can never be
The ship now deep beneath the sea
Rotting in the ocean silt
Her cargo jagged visceral guilt

Yet deep in the dark, strife-stricken shell there still remains a flicker - a glimmer of hope…

… a zeal to sail again.


Chris Jones is an accidental poet, obsessed with story and rhyme. He has always written, but has only recently wandered into the wrong types of pubs where he has started to hang around with the right type of poets. He lives in Sheffield.

Selkie by David J. Costello

20 Friday Nov 2015

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David J. Costello, folklore, poem, poetry, Scotland, Scottish, sea, selkie

Selkie

He used to stand by the quayside
watching the water peel shadows,
his dull pelt dappling the surface.
He wondered where it went,
why the dawn returned it.

He thought himself cursed.
A liquid Prometheus
flayed and made whole.
Flayed and made whole.

He felt the tide move in him,
the moon play with his watery core,
his skin ease from his meat
to shrivel where he stood
so he could fillet water like a knife.

 

David J. Costello lives in Wallasey, Merseyside, England. He is a member of Chester Poets. David has been widely published on-line and in print including Prole, The Penny Dreadful, Shooter, Magma and Envoi. David is a previous winner of the Welsh International Poetry Competition and received a special commendation in the year’s competition. His debut pamphlet, Human Engineering, was published by Thynks Publishing in October 2013. A second pamphlet will appear in September 2016 from Red Squirrel Press.

Between Dreams at the Bottom of the Ocean by Danielle Matthews

09 Friday Oct 2015

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Between Dreams at the Bottom of the Ocean

I am the deepest blue
shaded with only suggestion.
My eyes are unpractised,
unused for fathoms,
opening with shy reluctance.
Dancing atoms greet me,
welcome me to the Now,
and focus comes slowly.
Cold infuses my body
gently, with a lover’s tenderness,
and my bones creak in reply.
My ears begin to attune,
and dark sounds return
to place me in the Here.
I am the deepest blue,
but once I was More.
The Here is my home,
beneath heavy water,
but the Now is my cage.
I am unknown, forgotten -
hidden.
I am the deepest blue.

 

Danielle Matthews began sharing her work for the first time in October 2014. Since then she has been published by Heroine Zine, FlashFlood journal, Silver Birch Press, and her poem appears first in the Slim Volume: Wherever You Roam anthology. Danielle lives with her books near Manchester, and they’re all very happy together.

Ye Olde Taverne by Sarah James

13 Sunday Sep 2015

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legend, mermaid, myth, poem, poetry, sailors, Sarah James, sea

Ye Olde Tavern

Forget press gangs. It were never the King’s men
who pushed a man in his drink to join the Navy.

There’s a good reason for pubs’ wooden bars:
our full​ rack of plump breasts serving up pints,

yet not a glimpse of leg. Our shapely tails curve
fishboned beneath us as we sink that silver glint.

No need to waste our voices on song. We slip
​magic in his booze and know he’ll lose himself,​

while we glisten in the lap of Davy Jones’ locker.
Listen! Next time you’re on the coast, stop by

ye olde tavern, sign swinging with brine rust.
Watch closely as we handle glass, and wink.

Once our coral lips part, you’ll find oceans
in our throat, and not a boat to save you.

 

A prize-winning poet, short fiction writer and journalist, Sarah James‘s latest book, The Magnetic Diaries (Knives, Forks and Spoons Press), is a narrative in poems loosely based on Gustave Flaubert’s Madame Bovary. Her poetry-play version of The Magnetic Dairies is staged at Hereford’s The Courtyard in July and her next poetry collection, plenty-fish, is out with Nine Arches Press this summer. She is also editor at V. Press.

Kelpie by Rebecca Gethin

19 Sunday Jul 2015

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Celtic, folklore, kelpie, legend, poem, poetry, Rebecca Gethin, Scotland, sea

Kelpie

Out of the rain a colt appeared on the shore –
he’d trotted through the bog on cupped hooves
that let him skim across suck and squelch.

In the sea’s dusk his eyes shone and the skin
inside his nostrils flared shell-pink -
he sniffed the air around me, stepped closer

and as he breathed out I smelled the seascape
from his lungs. Sensitive as raw mussel
he whiffled my hand. I stretched up

to stroke his neck and my fingers felt salt grains
in the fur. Wheeling above, gulls crackled
like bladder wrack. He turned towards

the water’s edge and seemed to beckon,
shaking out his weed-locked mane.
Waves ran over the herring flash of his hooves.

He bent down to snuffle his mouth in the water
and when he shook the drops from his lips
I knew his time had come.

 

(shortlisted in the Chagword Poetry Competition)

Rebecca Gethin lives on Dartmoor. Cinnamon Press published her second poetry collection, A Handful of Water, in 2013. Her first novel, Liar Dice, won the Cinnamon Press Novel Award, and her second, What the horses heard, was published in 2014. New poems have appeared in Prole, The Interpreter’s House and Lighthouse as well as Her Wings of Glass, the Exeter Poetry Festival anthology, the Battered Moons Competition pamphlet and The Broadsheet. Her website is www.rebeccagethin.wordpress.com

Circe Sonnet by Robert de Born

21 Saturday Mar 2015

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Circe, Greek, mythology, myths, poem, poetry, Robert de Born, sea

Circe Sonnet

I found you rising early with the dawn
to wash your hair in dark salt-stranded sea
stepping off my ship one Easter morn -
awoken by your dreams and memory
on seeing your tired drugs consumed by flames
which once, transformative, changed men to beasts
stealing off identity and names
and civic thoughts and memory of feasts
and you awoke, a murmur on your lips
the name remaining like a strange eclipse
above those distant waves which scrape and break
on gnarled old wood of long-departed ships
and still you are pulled in their wake
and still you are pulled in their wake.

 

Robert de Born is a poet and singer who lives in Sheffield with his fiancée, a cat and three trolls. He has performed at events such as the Beacons and Newfound Festivals and his work has been published online and in print.

The Siren by Shannon Elise Taylor

21 Saturday Feb 2015

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ballad, Greek, mental health, mythology, poem, poetry, sea, Shannon Taylor, siren

The Siren

She was a siren without gills,
an outcast of the blue;
she had a different set of skills -
a difference she would rue.

She was born both land and sea,
they never understood
who it was that she might be
or why she feared the flood.

They tried to teach her of their ways,
force her to be like them,
then dragged her down beneath the waves -
her life they would condemn.

As dark water filled her lungs
she couldn’t quite believe
the softness of their silver tongues;
they whispered ‘just breathe’.

They didn’t know she needed air,
thought she would be okay;
they wanted to show how much they cared,
and hoped that she would play.

And as her vision began to fade
they dragged her further down;
she felt desperate and afraid,
and knew that she would drown.

Down they went into the deep
their ignorance made her ill,
taking her to an eternal sleep -
their accidental kill.

 

Shannon Elise Taylor is a BA Creative Writing student at Sheffield Hallam University. Her mind tends to wander into worlds unknown while her pen makes notes.

Last Post: Holkham Beach by John C. Nash

30 Friday Jan 2015

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Last Post: Holkham Beach

Sometimes, when storms muster the tides,
I can recall that there were more of us;
we were unified. But, with each pull and push,
time displaced me; pickling brine
and sharp winds took my softness
and left me a gribbled skin.

I hear them say I look like Mary, the one
from over Walsingham way. They’re wrong,
but still they come and garland me with shells
and seek meaning in the way that even
the shingle avoids my gaze.

The sea steadily worries at my feet
wearing me piece by piece.
And the day can’t come soon enough.
The day can’t come soon enough.

 

(This poem was first published on Ink, Sweat & Tears)

 

John C. Nash finally settled down as a self-employed bookbinder and writer in Northampton, England. His poetry has been published in various magazines including Antiphon, Cake, The Delinquent, Verse Kraken and Lighthouse . He co-edited the anthology ‘Making Contact’ for Ravenshead Press and is currently working on a collaborative project with the photographer Sam Webster.

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