Sea-marks

I recall their ancient look –
a fez tasselled with weed,
or a light in a black cage
buttoned into the ocean;
and that instant of pause when,
rounding one, going about
in a sizzle of foam, the boat
has not yet gathered way
again, or got the bone
between its teeth. But then
as it sets to, braces itself,
tautens, heels to the wind,
the sudden sense of lift,
of an altogether new
exultation fine as spindrift.

‘Sea-marks’, unpublished poem, © Lawrence Sail 2012, used by permission of the author.

Recordings

Lawrence Sail Reading from his Poems

1Water

2Calm sea at night

3Rain at sea

4Slack

5Fanfares at Eger

6Singer asleep

7The artist at 81

8Portuguese sonnet

9The age of reason

10Fountains

11Proofs

12Snooker players

13The glimmering

14Driving westward

15Paysages moralisés

16The Meat Commission, Kenya

17Eating maize

18Hammock journeys

19At Possenhofen

20A picture by Klee

21Thinking of Klee again

22Edenic

23Air

24The cablecar

25As a bird

26Another parting

27The enclosures

28Father to son

29In the Bar Italia

30from Ghostings

31Recurrent

32Hallowe'en lantern

33 from Out of silence

34Trees uprooted

35A leaf falling 36On Remembrance Day 37Sloes

38White peach

39A travellers' tale 40Old men walking 41In a dream

42Not at the eleventh hour

43Sea-marks