Fear of Grey


Somewhere in this charcoal share of sky,
sea and shore a winter bather approaches
curls of waves in the hope these will furl
upwards, up from darkness to light even
though grey, from the cold to a different
cold that warms because it has been swum,
reached with strokes like those that brush-
stroked this scene in some dark swimmer’s
imaginings. The horizon is not black but
black lines pivot under the waves, steps
outwards under the froth. Without colour
who knows anything other than what is
made of shade, unless in their doubting
there is the wader’s fear of drowning.

[picture by artist and photographer Nick Dormand]


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