BRIDE
A woman rests on the
beach
sitting on a bundle of
brushwood
cold jellyfish of
blue-tinted glass
spread around her like
jewels
Her hands lie on her
lap
playing with a brittle
shell
the pink mouth opened
to the wind
a shout in which the
sea races around
Motionless she looks
out over the water
her headscarf is
blowing like
a blue windvane towards
the sea
a silent greeting to
the fisherman
in his boat, small off
the coast
The tide rolls towards
her
a white fan of wet lace
is spreading out over
her foot
With arms full of spume
the sea dresses her as
a bride
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Original Title: Bruid
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Wednesday, 31 January 2018
Bride by Ton van Reen
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