The Way Freedoms are Dreamt

I have purple hair in the dream,

purple hair, and I am standing

in full sun, tipping my head back.

This is familiar,

the way strange is familiar.

 

One of these crow-flecked days,

I will run fast down the road

right into the sea. Leave behind

the houses, with their pockets of dust,

their sleeping cats, the people with their

so-many different faces and needs.

 

No cupboards, no lists,

nothing to remember at all,

just the roar of it to absorb,

the echo and rumble that keep

larger time than a clock,

the wash that cleans to the bones.

 

Only the turn of waves, the spread

of spilt cream, the heave and arch,

getting ready to dive.

 

 by Rose Cook from ‘Running Before the Wind’ a new anthology of poems about the sea edited by Joy Howard, published by Grey Hen Press

 Available direct from Grey Hen Press    ISBN 978-0-9552952-9-4   £12 + p&p

 

‘A wind-shaken, salt-laden, heartload of poems by women, and not a dead fish among them. I have lived within sight of the sea all my life, and this is the most enjoyable anthology I have read on this subject’. Gillian Clarke

 

 

 

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3 thoughts on “The Way Freedoms are Dreamt

  1. Hi Rose

    Just wanted to say how much I love this poem. I was running down to the sea with you.

    best wishes

    Gwen xx

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