Type
Poetry
Category
Poetry

Devonian

In the hours of the tide’s chill retreat
the bubbler crabs redraw the atlas.

Pearls of sand spread and reach in strands
the length of the beach,
agreeing the coastlines of new continents,
tracking minute deltas and dotted bays,
pricking out the contours
of mountain chains, the bare veins of rivers,
and featureless oceans
on parching, windswept foundations.

Twice daily the sea sweeps
its quick, careless palm over creation.

 

 

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Penelope Layland is a Canberra poet. Her most recent book, Things I’ve thought to tell you since I saw you last, was short-listed for the Kenneth Slessor Prize in the 2019 NSW Premier’s Literary Awards.

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