Janette Ayachi's 'Sea-Rattle'

Sea-Rattle


The sound of the sea reaches our tenement
                                  tonight
tides curve their tails around towering
                                  brickwork
chasing pipework in circles, staining
                                  windows
with rims of salt, seeping in to rot the
                                  floorboards.
The mice make boats out of bone china
                                 teacups
stream towards sewers licking their
                                 whiskers
the light in our room radiates, challenges
                                  moonshine
signals ghost ships, throbs like a endomorphic
                                  heartbeat.
I hear the hammering of planks in the
                                  stairwell
the gutteral pull of the seas sweeping
                                  swell
two  by two in minature diptychs the neighbours
                                   escape
abandoning hope and lifes nexus of
                                  souvenirs
for the bounty of blue, starlight and the promised
                                     land.
I bolt my doors as the paint starts to
                                     peel
the volgaraties of emulsion steer me away from
                                      corners
a flock of gulls crash their beaks against
                                      glass
and the sound keeps replaying like a foreboding
                                      drumroll
the sea rattles then roars, furniture soon
                                      floats
to the ceiling, like a spell water funnels up the
                                      chimney
lights sizzle then burn out, moons flag on the
                                       horizon
I start to wonder how long before everything is
                                       engulfed
the fumes are quick, eyes adjust to the
                                      sting
lungs inflate and learn to speak, I hold my
                                       breath
listen to their oscillations and swim towards the
                                        sky.


*Janette Ayachi has a MSc in Creative Writing and her poetry has been widely published, her last publication was in New Writing Scotland 29.  Red Squirrel will publish her pamphlet A Choir of Ghosts this year, and her first full book collection in January.

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