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Luke Davies

(1962 - / Sydney / Australia)

Spastic At The Beach

Twisted body silhouetted
in a flood of summer light
he seems incongruous down here.

She leads him to the water’s edge
(sister, nurse or doubtless both):
he lurches under her loving grip.

Against the emerald waves his skin
the white that white can be. He tilts
his head to listen, he tenses as

his paper–thin monastic feet
touch the wet sand. The water sprays
his ankles then the surf engulfs

his legs. The sun beats like a jugular,
the heat of day descends. He cries
a primal howl of fear and joy,

he bellows like some dinosaur a long
foghorn of linkage, disbelief.
Escapes her grip, allows himself

to fall. The small waves throw
his body like a doll. He gasps
and screams again, and those immense

gut vowels reverberate,
cut through the noise of day,
resound along the beach. She takes

his wrist. He balances and sways,
a trail of saliva like a mad silver
pendulum flailing from the pivot

of his mouth. He howls again.
The moon would burst. He is
howling for a cup full of moon

and her love is the moon for his cup.
He turns to her uncertainly, he turns
away and shudders as he laughs.

He cannot stay still and the earth
moves too. His splayed fingers
stab at the air, at the sun,

the ocean continues to throb.
He has dented the day
with the hammer of body and voice.

She leads him away where the salt haze
enfolds them in fading, his frail figure
dims in the warp and mirage of the spray.

All is pulse. In the pulsing of blood
and of light he will stay, the immaculate
hammer of presence embedded in day.

Submitted: Thursday, May 03, 2012

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  • Rookie Dianne Zanetti (9/11/2013 8:43:00 AM)

    I can't get past the derogatory title. I prefer Mal McKimmie's response 'Spastic poet at the beach (after Luke Davies) '. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 182 Points Karen Sinclair (5/15/2013 3:21:00 AM)

    i must admit i nearly didnt read this (being as i see it socially aware) and doubting this piece by the title.... but im so glad i did... it is beautiful, it is so compassionate to me, so reflective and as with the other two poems i have just read the descriptive skills are so imaginative and second to none...tyvm karen (Report) Reply

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