Wanda the wave weaver

Wanda the wave weaver

Mix with water

A deep blue,

And an earthy brown,

Paint the heavens, darker

To a gunpowder hue.

Dip the pen,

into a golden ink

And bright sparks will fly,

Into the night,

Rolls of thunder follow.

Drips, then drops

Of rain fall down,

Upon the sky watchers.

The unprepared scatter,

And run towards the light,

Whilst the wave weaver

Walks across the sands;

Steps up to the shoreline

And looks up, down and around.

Wanda waits at the seas side.

Hunting the shoreline,

searching for clues.

Why does Wanda wonder where

she can hide her finds?

Wanda lines up these arcane messages,

So she can scan the sand for signs.

Signs of wonder, signs of hope,

Signs of warmth, signs of rain,

Signs to rhyme to,

And signs that sing,

sing the stories,

That she cannot bring

Herself to utter.

Softly, softly,

Wanda the wave weaver,

Plays with the sounds of the shore.

Whilst the souls of the sea

Sing songs of sadness.

Let me whisper

in your shell like

I spy the wave weaver

walking the shoreline

I wonder how Wanda works?

Weaving strands, sounds

And things found.

Weaving round,

Round and round.

Weaving high, weaving low.

Weaving wildly, weaving slow.

Weaving em up,

And Weaving down.

Speaking suddenly

the shoreline spurts out

Splash, splish,

Splish, splosh

Splutter.

And the rocks rip into rash riffs.

While Wanda works her way with words.

The s, the e, the a,

The s, the h, the e,

The l, the l, the s.

She spells sea shells.

Wanda wades the waves

And picks her way up the beach

Wandering between washed in waste

Wanda weaving in the broken bits

Bits of banana, bits of bottles,

Bits of tea cups, bits of kettles.

All these bits of the never to decompose

Bits to be stashed

In the hut on the beach

A beach hut

Full of boxes,

Full of pottery and crockery,

Full of bracelets and earrings,

Full of purses and coins,

Full of shells and seaweed!

Spread out before us on the beach

Is Her beach hut bonanza.

Rain ripples over Wanda's wares

No shopping or swapping today

What might the wave weaver do?

But reweave her wares,

Starting with the warp strands

She threads on all the bits

The bits of bottles, the bits from ships,

The bits of shoes, the bits that bob.

And wanda weaves

with the weft threads

To create a cloth,

a cloth of many colours,

A cloth to enclose the beach

The rocks and pebbles,

The sands, the seaweed, and the shells.

A cloth to protect the huts,

the houses and the headland

A cloth to keep the tide,

from washing Wanda's wilderness away.