Ozone Overdose
We’ll breathe it in,
the ozone,
fill our lungs and
overdose.
Lips coated with brine,
one lick,
a saline taste
while we take in the view,
the vast empty space -
no one here but us
and the gulls
that wheel and cry.
Heads back,
arms open wide,
we run in a futile
attempt to take off and fly.
Instead we sink,
we splash
and we laugh as though the ozone
is nitrus oxide,
caught up in the freedom
of the place.
Eventually we find a sheltered spot
to sit and stare
way out across the horizon,
a gateway
to another space.
I taste the salt
but this time I’m uncertain
if it’s saline brine
or slowly flowing tears -
for you’ve vanished and I’m sitting here alone.
Submitted: June 15, 2020
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Another sad but excellent poem, Hull!
Mon, June 15th, 2020 7:16pmMemories, and the imagination of memory.
Mon, June 15th, 2020 7:50pmI live near the Hudson River. Between the seagulls and geese, its like the Hitchcock movie The Birds. They are aggressive.
Mon, June 15th, 2020 8:02pmI can smell and taste the brine, feel the exhilaration and then the despair, the transition from joy to salty tears! Brilliant poem, Hilly.
Mon, June 15th, 2020 9:25pmIt made me smile when I read the nitrous oxide comparison, but I suppose I was a teen drug abuser once.
Tue, June 16th, 2020 3:47amFacebook Comments
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Jobe Rubens
I live in Cornwall - all we have are miles of coastline, beaches, fishing villages, coves - and BLOODY SEAGULLS!!! I lived in Sennen Cove near Lands End so I can relate to all this ozone and smell of ocean brine.
Mon, June 15th, 2020 6:29pmAuthor
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I went on holiday to Cornwall once. We have miles and miles of coastline here, not all sandy though. And seagulls aplenty too. I live about 15 miles from the sea, near the bottom of a mountain. Sometimes the crows and the seagulls seem to fall out over who should be in this piece of sky and that has inspired more than one poem in the past.
Mon, June 15th, 2020 11:53amThanks for giving this a read, Jobe.