Welcome to Poetic Licence – a weekly poetry forum, hosted by us,
featuring words by local poets. This week? David Roth.
Seawall 6 AM
The dull-arced ocean curls
White fingers over green, decaying.
Tidal slip coats sand grey-slick
and ochre boulders ashen.
Stopped Still
I breathe porcelain clouds
Into a graphite sky
Incised by flickered flight.
David Roth lives in the West End. He writes short fiction with some regularity and poetry infrequently.
To submit your poetry to Poetic Licence, email [email protected] with Poetry Column in the subject line. Only those selected for the column will be contacted.
