Groyne
The
slanting grey stones. Grass in between.
Halfway a hollow pollard with a deformed heart
in the bark and initials of dead lovers long ago.
At the end the wooden beacon. If you swim
there, the eddies pull you down without mercy.
The drawing in my uncle's scout book, arrows
show precisely how you must let yourself be
dragged down into the depths and then escape
along the bottom 'with a few firm strokes'. The
priest or curate who went rowing with three
boys near the point and capsized. Days later, the
bodies were washed ashore, near groynes by
distant villages. Only catholics could be that
stupid.
Original title: Krib - From the collection: Dooltuin - 1995 - Em. Querido's Uitgeverij B.V. - Amsterdam
Halfway a hollow pollard with a deformed heart
in the bark and initials of dead lovers long ago.
At the end the wooden beacon. If you swim
there, the eddies pull you down without mercy.
The drawing in my uncle's scout book, arrows
show precisely how you must let yourself be
dragged down into the depths and then escape
along the bottom 'with a few firm strokes'. The
priest or curate who went rowing with three
boys near the point and capsized. Days later, the
bodies were washed ashore, near groynes by
distant villages. Only catholics could be that
stupid.
Original title: Krib - From the collection: Dooltuin - 1995 - Em. Querido's Uitgeverij B.V. - Amsterdam
