Flat Rock

Sunbeds on a stony beach, still water
cupped by the fringes of a hill
and mountain; scree and rocks,

rocks like the ones dad used to say
were in mum’s head; I didn’t understand
how cunjevoi and seaweed rocks

were somewhere I could not see,
the stones torn from the headland
into a voice, hard, that could scare.

That’s why I went there, to flat rock,
to the stones the sea could turn and take.

Ion Corcos has been published in Axolotl, Bitterzoet, Every Writer and Ishaan Literary Review. He is a Pushcart Prize nominee. He is currently travelling indefinitely with his partner, Lisa. He is also working on his first poetry collection, Like Clouds, and a chapbook inspired by Greece. Ion’s website is www.ioncorcos.wordpress.com