The Sand Dollar Inn

Beverley Bie Brahic

Ocean Views from Every Room

Here, engraved in someone else’s
name, is a bench where we can sit
and watch the waves go in and out.
Lean back, sop up the horizontal sun
trawling west across Georgia Strait.
Why don’t I leave you here?
Why don’t I take a stroll out where
the tide will turn, that wave-stamped
swathe of darker, wetter sand
where families shore up their castle walls
and sift debris for intact shells
faux gems of bottle glass and fossil scraps
of runic worm-written wood
the sea collects for us to hold.

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Beverley Bie Brahic’s collection White Sheets was a 2012 Forward Prize finalist; Hunting the Boar is a 2016 Poetry Book Society Recommendation. Her Apollinaire translation won the 2013 Scott Moncrieff Prize, and Francis Ponge, Unfinished Ode to Mud was a Popescu Prize finalist. A Canadian, she lives in Paris. Her website is: www.beverleybiebrahic.com

Poetry Ireland Review

Issue 123

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Poetry Ireland Review is a highly-regarded journal of poetry. Published three times a year, the Review includes the work of both emerging and established Irish and international poets, essayists, critics and visual artists. 

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