block

he watched while now became then and then became now

                                                [sheerness]                                         

a thousand tongues gawked at the sails from a corner of kent

                                                [admiral’s fid and fid]

gunter rigs told every woman that godwits had probed the medway mud

                                                [dukeofalbemarle]

corrugated time licks the anchored dutch like a lollipop

                                                [clew garnet block]

there was no phantom ship here; the cutwater this time was real

                                                [thebattleofcapestvincent]

a surprise dreamt up by de witt – unseen, a turnstone flipped a pebble

                                                [peterpettscapegoat]

it was not clear who he was, this naked man, thinking in snatches

                                                [belaying pin rack and pin]

he walked in the marshland counting birds, pulling ships from his brain

                                                [vanderdecken]

small saplings sprouted from his shoulders as the chain was breached

                                                [rivermouthriver]

later, the brothers were lynched and half eaten by the mob

                                                [jandebaen]

the corpses felt a painter’s brush on their upside-down ribs

                                                [greenhouse in labour]

they leant their thoughts against a distant curtain wall

                                                [michielderuyter]

the pineapple told agneta of its paraguayan cradle. her green fingers listened

                                                [parrel truck and ribs]

it is so hot under this leaning glass, a copse of mizzen masts could grow

                                                [sirrobertseppings]

the mist will see a voice in the trees and dust on the idea

                                                [standing rigging]

quick, powder monkey! bring the magazine, the gun-crew is waiting

 

 

fabian peake    may 14 2017