The Skipping

At one time or another we all send stones skipping across waves, trying to see how many skips we can get. It’s fun and oddly relaxing, though there is often a competitive element, watching waves, counting the skips. It’s also the light on water, the beach …

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THE SKIPPING

ripples move out
and on    to an edge                                           
where they curtsey
politely   swing skirts
and subside
into sand

‘like this’ he says
as the stone leaves
snapping fingers
‘like that’ as the stone
touches   touches  again
eight   nine times
until it slips
into a wave and ripples
spread …

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my scans - after 18 112 cover To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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