Bigtent asked us to look at an old poem and re-write, revise or turn it inside out.
This poem, which started as a sonnet, was written at the start of my poeming in 2007, and contained far too many unnecessary words – thes and ofs. I have not totally re-written the poem, but simply tidied it. The poem relives the sensations – unforgettable – of a dawn visit to this lovely bay on the other side of the island from where we lived in Seychelles.
I couldn’t find a photo taken at this special time of day, so this is the nearest approximation.
Dawn in Anse à la Mouche (The bay of the fly)
Layers of mist streak rounded hills,
outstretched arms of horseshoe bay.
An old Japanese print
breathes frangipane and seaweed rot.
Watercolour smears of floating rainforest
above shallows of shells.
Inner aching punishes my dumb inability
to digest so much sensation.
I mourn as humdrum normality
supersedes the memory.