The Boat on the Saltmarsh

What happens to light on the saltmarsh?

It skids to mud.

What happens to language?

Under bulging cloud,

the larks gabble syllables.


What happens to the children?


They lie on the mud-bed,

on the dunlin’s scrawling,

in channels where the tide

trespasses, plunges,


and the rowing-boat

rotting amongst sea-purslane

won’t skim towards them.