Sally gave me these words: TOGETHER SEA TONGUE TO
In the end I decided not to fight the sea setting, so here’s what I have.
Together they rise to the surface of the sea.
With salt on their tongues, their lips,
Deep down there
in the dark and cold, where barnacles hold
to shipwrecks —
glass and shells
and pirate gold.
© Rebecca Newman, 2017
Read some of our earlier poems featuring the sea:
Sing by Sally Murphy
Summer Swim by Sally Murphy
Cottesloe Beach Skipping rhyme by Rebecca Newman