[Cally Conan-Davies]

Revision 1




The Hippolyte Rocks


The weight of water passing through my hands
with every stroke. A fleeting glimpse of sky
with every roll. How water understands
the need to part. Other laws apply.

Anything can happen. Land is lost.
Mutter and moan, the sea is open-mouthed,
in the hollow of the green swell glides an albatross
heading for the ice sheet, old, severe and loved.

They'll be here soon, the horses, once they've bolted
to ride the element of everywhere.
The horses! Here they come! The mind is altered
by angels breaking reins in whelms of air,

re-created in the wind-bent waves.

I have met the horses face to face.







The Hippolyte Rocks


The weight of water passing through my hands
with every stroke. A fleeting glimpse of sky
with every roll. How water understands
the need to part. Other laws apply.

Anything can happen. Land is lost.
Mutter and moan, the sea is open-mouthed,
a deep green swell conceals an albatross
gliding on time, believing he is loved.

They'll be here soon, the horses, once they've bolted
to ride the element of everywhere.
The horses! Here they come! The mind is altered
by angels breaking reins in whelms of air,

re-created by the wind-bent waves.

I have met the horses face to face.