Fay Slimm.

Tall Tales

 

Tall Tales.

 

Waves, white-fraying below windy dunes,

gannets diving like bombers on water

pale as green eau-de-nil silk.

 

Sand, blast-moulded in frilly-ridge heaves

as a seal joins his harem by launching

fat landward as urges begin.

 

Boat, timber sea-beast nakedly moves

in low breeze, forgotten nose sadly  

buried surrenders to salt-kill.

 

Time, space-given seems fully replete

as poets sit silent thinking of books

a coastline\'s tall tales could fill.