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Jet

by

Julia Biggs

You are a driftwood breath, a mud-pinched sigh,
slow travelling, slow gathering,
sea-sealed, a talismanic seal.
Salty, smooth, stygian, cliff-stitched
and now seam unpicked, polished,
a strand, an inky strand, a susurration lapping
at my throat.

Julia Biggs is a poet, writer and freelance art historian. She lives in Cambridge, UK. Her work has appeared in various print and online literary journals, including Streetcake Magazine and Green Ink Poetry. Her current research explores haunting seascapes and the excesses of the Gothic mode. www.juliabiggs1.wixsite.com/juliabiggs

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