MARINA GIPPS Poems
A Day At The Pink Beach
An umbrella being dragged at the day's end.
A seagull churns its wings,
the hard flight of Icarus.
Pink swimsuits blown in the wind,
in search of due course.
Time is needy, a bronzed babe walks by, a regular
statue of Liberty, her flesh turning to
green palor as the water cools.
In this empty beach dream of deepening sky,
the wet Kremlin and White House
are eroded as our childless hopes.
An old woman collects
seashells-caverns of poverty
to be sold to our deaf ears.
The ocean roars of stolen property.
Digging Up A Beehive
A beehive went underground.
I found it just as I was looking
No stingers on my knees, praying
to the red earth of sorrows
for the beehive that had lost
To follow the queen