Knotsandwaves

• Tabitha Malet, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

knotty, beachy waves
rough-edged, moody wind like a struck child
plaiting my hair with frantic motion
in, out, under, in, like the curl of blue water and froth
crashing violently on the sand
salt spray in the ginger mane, and as I run into the water
foot by foot, flowing cold like an old friend
I clutch insubstantial liquid with mottled hands
blue-and-purple, shaky
knots and waves
hair coarse-and-wet-and-smooth below the surface: I could drown here
with a lion’s mane round my neck
knotty, and my body floating in the waves that toss on the shore
but I gasp in a flurry of bubbles and rise, watching
in the distance they are coming
knots and waves.