She Learned Later That The Sea Crazed Her – by Jane R Rogers

 

As her weightlifter’s arms heft
with a jerk, she braves a sunburst of pain

in her shoulder stretch,
in her forearms brace, in her right leg lurch as

she takes the racked stance,
hands gripped tight, thighs tensed

she snatches, strains up with elbows
holds the weight

of the sea over her head
and sets it down again.

Was it then or
later she learned that the sea crazed her?

For pleasure she sidles in
with a resistant push, her head dives

into cool waves and in this conspiracy
she swims. In the silence underwater

her mind listens for fish and
the shipwreck tilting away from the current.

With her is the pressure
of a clean jerk and lift,

a sports arena created
from sand, ropes, canvas

gathered from the broken ship,
a skeleton assigned as referee while

she hoists barbells made of hazel sand scooped
from under the sea. Steadily,

she competes in gasps with the tide
increases the pain she lifts

and sets it down again. Was it then or
later she learned that the sea crazed her.

 

 

Jane R Rogers has been writing poetry for seven years. Jane is a member of the Greenwich Poetry Workshop and was a member of the Magma Poetry magazine team where she co-edited Magma 65. Jane’s poems have appeared in Atrium, Prole, Ink Sweat & Tears, Long Exposure Magazine, Obsessed with Pipework, in Greenwich Poetry Workshop’s anthologies and in the Tate Gallery Website poetry anthology 2012. Jane lives in London but misses the West Country.

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