Saturday, 13 August 2011

The Green Buoy by John Barnie

The Green Buoy

I’ve nothing to say to the
green buoy out there in the waves
bouncing on its chainy knees

then up riding an incomer
down floating with a swagger I’d
never say gracefully the sun

shining on its wet struts
arms akimbo Cossack dancing
Whey-hey as a big one

streams over whispering in its
kellyman ear a secret (You’re
invincible) I’m not supposed to hear.

John Barnie, The Green Buoy (Kinnerton, Presteigne, Powys: The Rack Press, 2006), 12.

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