Proximity
The New Year wind was sharp. Throughout
the Laganside, there was an enforced silence.
The solitary figure searched in the night for
a resolution and found it in the form of the Lagan.
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Problems abound that evening, he saw a broken
gargoyle sitting on the footbridge. Its face missing
a nose and featuring a hole where the right cheek
should be. The silence was no longer peaceful.
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An armistice or unconditional surrender.
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Translucent jellyfish and leafy sea dragons
caught his eye due to the exuberant colours
and the constant motion of the waves, creating
the kind of psychedelic trance that rivals peyote.
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Diving in, he saw himself heading towards the
SS Chirripo. The second his skin felt the water,
his life dissipated, the endorphins surged
through his back and reinforced his purpose.
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Reaching the wreck, he put his hands through
the thick kelp and orange cup coral, marvelling
at how radiant their colours were but did not see
the crabs as they consumed his face and lungs.
♜ ♞ ♟
The ocean is noisy, so no one heard the banging.
However, back on the footpath, the gargoyle
considered the silence to be potent with ambiguity,
making the New Year wind all the more cutting.
📜Christopher Owens, 2023. A Vortex Of Securocrats. ASIN: B0BW2XKJS3
I'm enjoying these poems. To any Quillers who haven't read Christopher's book, it's worth checking out.
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