Estuarine Fogs

Estuarine Fogs

“These chill humors seep through our capillaries”
– Annie Dillard (Pilgrim at Tinker Creek)

Estuarine fogs
Are more bitter
Than betrayed lovers
As they seep
Through the flesh
With a bone
Cracking chill
That sucks
At the marrow.

© Martin Porter 2011

Estuarine Fogs is part of a sequence of poems written in 2011. It has been published in “Take Flight Whangarei”.

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