The Great Wave Off Kanagawa
I am the one in the lowest boat my head flung back my face the colour of rice the colour of the distant moon as the great wave too flings back crests up over curving curling caving in while I am only a white foam-speck my face a pale flint-fleck my blue fishing jacket a drop of indigo water at the foot of the glowering towering tide our painted prow rises skywards on the wave but we are overswept the mountain shakes even the very sea-bed quakes heaves up the tsunami soaring over me by beauty are we so engulfed in the unstoppable rising roaring wave all white-fingered more mountainous than Fuji that we are done for small consolation to be dying a beauteous death forever poised below the wave immortalized by Hokusai’s deep dangerous ink Lizzie Ballagher A published novelist between 1984 and 1996 in North America, the UK, Netherlands and Sweden (pen-name Elizabeth Gibson), Lizzie Ballagher now writes poetry rather than fiction. Her work was featured at the 2017 Houston, TX, Poetry Festival and also appears intermittently in South-East Walker Magazine and Poetry Space. Having spent all her life in editorial and teaching work, she is a long-time member of the UK Society of Authors. She lives in southern England, writing a blog at https://lizzieballagherpoetry.wordpress.com/. Her poetry has appeared in magazines in England, Ireland and the US. Two of her poems have recently been nominated for the 2018 Pushcart Prize.
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