Ultra Marine
Marguerite Bunce
Word Count 103
Svengali has nothing
on this blue; this is the blue
that will require no action
impose no desire – look into
this water and you can reflect
on nothing.
I am a blade of grass
on its edge – a stroke
scraped in a surface – a negative -
a thing – mesmerised.
It is not possible
to focus on the lighthouse – it could not
be weaker – the warning would come
too late, the immersion already complete.
Eyes weak at the knees – compelled
into that slow blue, those trees
of spike, those sails like teeth,
I'm almost at sea
with this unfathomable
prospect.
Marguerite grew up in Sydney, Australia, where she published poetry in some anthologies and won a couple of prizes. When her poems became too long for traditional publication, she wrote a libretto for an opera based on a Bocaccio story from the Decameron. “The Remedy” was performed by the Sydney Metropolitan Opera company. Short films she wrote were shown at the National Film Institute in London and elsewhere. She currently lives in the south of France where she is experimenting in new forms of writing, such as the essay published here.