Published May 1, 2022
by Molly Isabel Pearce
(Victoria, British Columbia, Canada)
Talk is nothing to
the colour the sea leans to
on the black cragginess half un-
seen. The colour of eyes half true
the body leans further to
one bluff's crags. Neither quite
grey or quite green or
quite blue. I lean with the sea
wishing final decisions. What
whim. I see in blue dark and keen
grass green to hide the insides
of the sea. Sky-grey and green and blue
the only ebb and flow
to find the rise and fall and rise
of blue and green and grey-
ish eyes. I hide about the current-push
bulbs of kelp around. Drift wood
about the place, felled and soaked
with feeling. But I love the sea. The
waves rise and fall all
green and grey and blue
the tides. They do not lie
only keep the insides of
themselves to themselves.
Molly Isabel Pearce is a poet and student based in Victoria, British Columbia. She is Vancouver Island born and raised and her poetry reflects the distinct feel of the Pacific Northwest. She is a writer of place and places' centrality in our interior lives. When not writing, Molly is often found walking barefoot on the beach with her golden retriever.
This poem is included in Poetry World #3, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Vancouver Poetry Magazine:
The Talons of Hastings
by Isabelle Call
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