Wreckers

Shore birds with the
arms and legs of industry
rushing gush for tidal plunder
half blinded drowned
by beating spray
steam and groan
on the horizon with the
heave ho of group effort
always the sea will
return to wash over
what remains

This is the final ekphrastic poem from the exhibition of Turner paintings at the Kimbell Art Museum earlier this year. HERE you can see the painting this poem is based on. Thank you for reading!