Over 40 years
at the cutting edge
of poetry publishing
[Twitter] [rss feed] [Facebook]

Chrissie Gittins, from Armature

Porthminster Beach

At first your mermaid was flat —
a line drawn round her wedge of tail,
fronds of thongweed for her hair,
her eyes two pokes of finger in the sand.

I made mine beside —
her belly swelled,
her breasts were easy cups inside my hand.
I left her swinging her hips
and rolling her bladderwrack eyes.

When I looked again
yours had grown two cones.
They stood proud for hours
before the high neap tide came in.