This poem is taken from Stand 216, 15(4) December 2017 - February 2018.

David Redgrave Three Poems
Slocum and the Sloop Spray
Of the treacherous area of half submerged rocks
in the Pacific Ocean called the Milky Way
Darwin remarked that any sailor looking upon it
would have nightmares for a week.

Under the Southern Cross
she slides over a calm sea
tracking the route of Darwin’s Beagle  
while Slocum the solitary  
lies below in amniotic sleep.  

At the hour of the wolf  
he awakes to razor harmonies  
the boom of hard waves against rock shelves.
He clambers up the companionway
is pitched onto the deck  
fears the viper hiss of waves  
whipped to foam.    
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