Waves throw up on the shore
remnants of ocean lives
tangles of plastic
debris from both sides
of a blurring boundary.
Revealing hints of the diversity underneath
and of the death we impose.
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife
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The Cheesesellers Wife 
It is such a travesty, what we are doing to our oceans and sea life.
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Yes, it’s terrible.
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2 and commented:
The phrase “throw up” is absolutely right.
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Glad you liked that phrase!
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Plastic is such a plague – it is all over our beaches, especially the small microplastic beads. I am amazed at the amount of LIFE along the shore, and love your referral to the diversity beneath – a whole universe under there.
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Snorkelling really brings home how much life is hidden under the surface.
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That blurry boundary at the heart of your description is signal to an alarm that so many people cannot hear.
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I think more and more are hearing it…..
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An ocean sheeted with shreds of plastic has indeed a ghostly visage, literally and literately. And as a cold, emptied out, haunting presence, well, there you go. Very well done.
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“Throw up”, “blurred boundary” – well balanced phrasing that gives this poem a lot of power.
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Thank you Sarah. I was thinknig about liminalty and boundaries, and this poem grew…..
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Tangles of plastic rightly ends with “the death we impose”.
So sad sadly true.
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Hopefully, we can all act to do something about it.
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Destroyer plastic…My oldest daughter works with trying to keep Galveston Bay in Texas free of it. It is a daunting task.
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Good for her!
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Beautifully, if alarmingly, expressed. That ‘blurring boundary’ is a worry!
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Yes, it is….
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