by Madeleine Dale
I break the surface of anger unexpectedly, like a diver prising the bay into halves, a knife through muscle and shell. The oyster reefs were licking the tide clean, honeycombed on their racks, varnishing their little hurts without philosophy. Helpless as swell, I have painted indifference over injury, and it has turned so heavy. My body lolls in the estuary, where silt meets salt. Broken shuck catches my skin. I carry the pearl-weight of love out to sea. Madeleine Dale grew up on Tamborine Mountain and now lives in Brisbane. She holds first-class honours and a Masters degree in creative writing from the University of Queensland, where she is currently completing a PhD. Her first chapbook, On Fire with Dangerous Cargo, was published by Queensland Poetry in 2023. Her first full length collection, Portraits of Drowning, won the 2023 Thomas Shapcott Prize and is forthcoming from UQP.
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