She wears him thin,
exposes contours of bones.
Each irascible turn
revealing the true nature of grain
as rough edges become round.
Rocks tumble to gemstones
encaged by intercostal gaps.
She rusts him to vibrancy;
spatters the revetment dullness
with the brightness of sand.
And when she’s done
she will hang clouties from his ribs –
stolen fragments; coloured cords;
wishes made of rags and sea-hooks.
John C. Nash finally settled down as a self-employed bookbinder and writer in Northampton, England. His poetry has been published in various magazines including Antiphon, Cake, The Delinquent, Verse Kraken, Lighthouse, Screech Owl and Ink, Sweat & Tears. He co-edited the anthology ‘Making Contact’ for Ravenshead Press and is currently working on a collaborative project with the photographer Sam Webster.
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