Today's poem is by Paul Farley
Kelp
A puppet forest has gone to wrack
and ruin: it rubbernecked the prom
but lies unspooled now on the rocks.Two shows a day, the celluloid of the sea.
We're building a projector from
a tide-pool's moving parts, the salt
driftwood, smooth plastics, and the snarlsof rope that come in blues, oranges and greens.
For sound: we'll sync up shells.
For editing: we'll dupe the verb splice.
For censorship: a big X in the wet sand.Backwash and suck can be our Pearl & Dean.
`A classic of Whorled Cinema,
we bring you sunlight, tidal power...'
a voice as deep as Neptune's says,and then the film, the film called Kelp, begins.
Copyright © 2009 Paul Farley All rights reserved
from Poetry London
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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