A Sudden Sluice of Sea-Ice

“The kid drops his bucket and spade / And climbs into the sun.” Nick Cave

Sea-ice shoals are spooned
Into surrogate vessels of feeling,
Tidal grief has sunk emotions

Girl at the point where the pier once lay
Could be disturbed moments away from
Sleeping with the fishes

I turn my back on the portentous vision
And paint the sky red with seagull blood

As diamonds plucked from expensive watches
Temporal is the temptation to crush auld crystal,
Tougher than slate, finger bone br/e/aker
They’d look beautiful abreast skin

Walking home in my Father’s shoes
Tender tango with kerbed shadows,
Fleeting houses are simple punctuation,
In exclamation, ice melts in my pocket