Mark van Tongele
SNOW-BLIND - Poem by Mark van Tongele
Wrapped in a flurry of snow on the beach,
I am caught in hell's waiting room,
reduced to an amalgam of dread and desire,
listening to the peace of the sea that surrounds me,
as if she knows nothing of the monsters
that belabour the light in her calm swell.
I'd love to grin and yell: one two three heave ho!
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