(after George Mackay Brown)
Monday I found a high-heeled shoe.
Weed slime and tan leather.
I gave it back to the sea, to stumble in.
Tuesday a head of hair.
it will devastate the coastline.
Wednesday a half-bottle of Absolut vodka.
I washed my eyes.
The sky was shiny with sea-birds and angels.
Thursday I got nothing,
damp socks and wind-lashed skin.
Friday I shook a mermaid’s purse,
tipped rotten sea-stink from it
the way smell can be tipped from empty spaces.
Saturday my lover’s cock.
Arching friendly and warm
amongst the sea-anenomes.
Sunday, for fear of someone else’s god
I hoard amber, lapis, moonstone.
What’s heaven? A sea-chest with a thousand bold stones.