This is a poem I'm submitting for the Nillumbik Ekphrasis Competition. The link to the artwork I'm responding to is in a PDF here:

In response to “Imagine Becoming the Sea” by Chris Marks


Shore recedes, we shiver

Words stir and crash like waves in our wake

Stretching tubes, interrupted cycles, swirling

Ink sluices off a tablecloth

Froth on black coffee,

Whitecaps skim fathoms of substance

We swim in a sightless morass

Swallow, rasp, lolling tongue

Salty spray, slip away

Rusty teaspoon stirs your shame

A narrow gulf, but all the same

I shudder.