{"id":8,"date":"2011-04-14T15:30:46","date_gmt":"2011-04-14T15:30:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bullsullivan.com\/poetry\/?p=8"},"modified":"2012-04-01T04:32:36","modified_gmt":"2012-04-01T04:32:36","slug":"sea-spit-land-lip-1972","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bullsullivan.com\/poetry\/2011\/04\/14\/sea-spit-land-lip-1972\/","title":{"rendered":"Sea Spit &#8211; Land Lip, 1972"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>For Carol\r\n\r\nI am no longer wet with sea spit\r\nand eels do not slime amid my rocks.\r\nNo surging tides churn my waters,\r\nmy bay lies brackish and still...\r\n\r\nOnce, the quarter moon drew\r\nnew sea like a comforter to my chin.\r\nWarmed, my bed-womb spawned\r\nthe careless crescent's children:\r\nThe slithering shore crawlers\r\nand silvery night shiners\r\nwho shivered me with the dance\r\nof life across their tidal crib.\r\n\r\nThe tentacled touched my hollows,\r\nmultipeds tread my inner reaches,\r\nfinned denizens arched in swirls\r\nthat showered askew their\r\nincandescent scales,\r\nAnd I looked as if I had\r\nswallowed falling stars whole\r\nand cradled them iridescent\r\nin my lap!\r\n\r\nAnd I remember the leap of fishes\r\nflying for that yellow celestial eye\r\nand painting the sky with their rainbows!\r\nAnd my tongues lapping the salt sea marshes,\r\nnursing the stilted birds and sea otters,\r\nand me! Bursting ripe on the black shore soil!\r\n\r\nBringing Life! The More! The More!\r\n\r\nWhat am I coming too?\r\nI recede, I ebb, I creep across\r\nthe silenced sounds, the sea tree stumps\r\nand matted kelp mounds. I covet\r\nfleshless bones, and shells split open\r\nwithout pearls, and cracked conchs\r\nsieving out their life onto the sand.\r\nThe wind whips me not to froth\r\nbut to bleak desert dunes\r\nstrewn with emptied exoskeletons.\r\n\r\nBring me life, Now! Now!\r\n\r\nNew moon,\r\nbright face with white capped veil,\r\nGoddess, Queen!\r\nLet your yearning tides\r\nreturn to my land lips!\r\nLet the sea sands roll to grit\r\nbeneath your sway.\r\n\r\nWe'll celebrate your beaching,\r\nyou and I, and hold the world at bay!<\/pre>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>For Carol I am no longer wet with sea spit and eels do not slime amid my rocks. No surging tides churn my waters, my bay lies brackish and still&#8230; Once, the quarter moon drew new sea like a comforter &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.bullsullivan.com\/poetry\/2011\/04\/14\/sea-spit-land-lip-1972\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"gallery","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8","post","type-post","status-publish","format-gallery","hentry","category-1963-1977","post_format-post-format-gallery"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1DZOG-8","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bullsullivan.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bullsullivan.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bullsullivan.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bullsullivan.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bullsullivan.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/www.bullsullivan.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":54,"href":"https:\/\/www.bullsullivan.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8\/revisions\/54"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bullsullivan.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bullsullivan.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bullsullivan.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}