Under Brighton Pier Poem by Leslie Philibert

Under Brighton Pier

Rating: 4.5


Seaweed to scare you,
septic green, triangles
of a half ship failed,
full of salt and tide,
the cool church of after-hours love,
dark with broken glass.

If you look up you see
a fence on its side,
unclaimed steps and thin shadows.

My brother said to me;

We are hidden under the earth.
If you put a seashell to your ear
you can hear the waves.

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