Alonna Shaw

POV

What a seaman’s
gasp
to look up
to grasp

from across the waves
rolling hills
a vernal green coated rolling crack solid

April showers
under pill-box patchwork
cloud cover

a soft morning glow

a place to focus

 

Boneyard, how many warnings wake?

Driftwood
burned by
drifters

Driftwood’s smooth
shapes set in
awkward repose

by
—High Tide Warnings—

Driftwood homes
roof and nooks
space for a tiny plover’s nest

Driftwood
burned by
drifters

Driftwood dislodged
leaned to
teepee a human

Driftwood
sand-surfaced
shelter in place

Driftwood
little baby bird
shell dismantled

by
—Active Humans Warning—

Rock in
the tideline
shifted by surf

Rock
as solid matter
clinging to a place

Rock
a sea otter’s head
bent in grace

Rock
folded over
in an embrace

—High Tide Alert—

Clings
under current
the eddy baptizes

Clings
as the wet washes over

Clings

 

Alonna Shaw is a California-based multidisciplinary artist, writer, and content editor. Her diverse background in theater, film, television, and fine art meet on the page, often using collage techniques, to challenge everyday language. Her poems reflect place and identity through the lenses of consumerism, feminine identity, and environmental issues. Robots fascinate her.

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