Come, let’s sit on strewn wishing rocks
Skip a few pebbles if we may
A cranberry wash will fill the sky
Reflecting of rippled orange
Of the silty bebble peach
Listen to the sounds, breathe tidal wafts
As seagulls caw in the breeze
Ride the waves of merengue peaks
Roll toward shore among lift wood dogs
Let’s fire-roast dinner met with later wine
A picnic where eelgrass tails the side
Lay out a blanket with side teascape
Photograph scenes of shales and whells
Let’s explore the wrest caves
Fill our buckets fathoms deep
Let’s stand atop shoals of tigh hides
String found scallops and clams
On old fishing line
Rest seaside with me like flounders
Under a strong coastal lunar sync
With our feet above the foamline
Dance with me where molting crabs shuffled by
In line with the bright moon’s glitter shine
This salient joy shared beneath nautical stars
Welcoming all the scoured ish and feels
We are holdfasts with bubber roots
Like limpets, we lock on to this time
This is us, intertidal marine life
Living off a salmon-rich coastline.
Spoonerisms included:
Pebble beach
Driftwood logs
Water line
Sail the tide
Whales and shells
Tide seascape
Wave crest
High tide
Fish and Eels
Rubber boots
• For those wondering, spoonerism is usually a two-word phase and is when the first letters of each word are exchanged. An example would be bunny rabbit becoming runny babbit, as in the book by Shel Silverstein. The Capital City Weekly accepts submissions of poetry, fiction and nonfiction for Writers’ Weir. To submit a piece for consideration, email us at editor@capweek.com.
