They found the waves and cliffs fucking.
the jagged! the soft, (shoreline), the rocks! that crumble to sand from protrusion
the mountains! the land! the phallic! (and), bosoms of mountains reclining
rivers, lakes, seabeds — (still), sentience that echoes in silence
valleys that slope into the sun, (and) moon’s avoidant-attached tango
Whose pendulum lurches? Whose string tickles, in this daily diva display (of luminaries)
up pebbles that rouse, (up) sentiments that shiver
they found the winds and clouds caressing
as soft as misty breath, (then),
This journey comes to an end.
raw / nature / truths that pierce /
circles, intrusion, and
I chase babycino foam moustaches that linger above lips
that sink into pebbly cracks as they recede
cream-cheese crumbled into milk tea
swirls of cinnamon, hints of vanilla, rose petals that float,
ornamental like sea-shells ; crystal like seaglass
froth like milkshakes that spring onto the concrete land
The edge of the sea that rides
My palm to the centre.
The ripples of custard pudding
In feathery flows
And with slushie icicles
My back floats on aerated styrofoam
as I lie facing expanding arctic skies
Zoe Hua was born in Hong Kong and is based in Brighton. Her work has been featured in the anthology 'People, Pandemic & #######' published by Verve Poetry Press.