photo of daisies by the sea

The coast road is closed by Ankh Spice

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On pinnacle hill, cliff-wind
shouts the ears pink
and who could not be a child
up here in the wild-eyed blue, tracing
farbelow bitemark-bays, the sea
mouthing forever
the beloved coast
and you knowing her curves now like a bird

And it’s loud in your head, alone at the top
of the world, remembering what it was to scream
taunts at the weather-gods, to challenge the sky to rain
              is that all you’ve got, is that    really    all?
to know you controlled everything just by being
kids believe in themselves like that

Today this coast boasted
the biggest seas in twenty years –
roads closed, I climbed
to where cannonshot hail smashed the wild daisies
around the old gun-turret placements
crushed petals like an offering

Sometimes the gods just take their time
to answer you back

Ankh Spice is a sea-obsessed poet from Aotearoa (New Zealand). His poetry has appeared in a wide range of online and print publications internationally, and has twice been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Most of his published work may be found here. He is a co-editor at IceFloe Press, a Poetry Contributing Editor at Barren Magazine, and he believes that words have the power to change the place we’re in. You’ll find him trying to prove that on Twitter @SeaGoatScreams or on Facebook @AnkhSpiceSeaGoatScreamsPoetry.

Lead image: “Heaven in a wild flower” (via Flickr user Bo Valentin)