Monday, 28 September 2009

How to become invisible


Out on the final fade of the jetty
as the tide falls away
night glides in
without touching the sides.
It covers a fisherman
blurs him
and his silver flinch of a rod
into a slim smudged line
against a blue pink sky
the colour of forget-me-nots
unable to make up their mind.
A moment later
only the fish see him.


Wade out
black as a silhouette
into messy sun scribble
dip shoulders
into molten gold on rapid boil
coat yourself in glitter shimmer
like a clubber under water
dive below that cresting breaker
merge with wave curve
into texture
vibrato greys
hatch and snatch
with blue metal.