Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: The Hawk Beach


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:00pm

Yesterday You saw The Rainbow Spray

when You had never heard of It

on The Day You changed Your Name

and picked up pebbles from The Hawk Beach

to build A Kitchen Castle —

You helped Me hoist

A Golden Throne into the back

of My Brown Edge

and as We unloaded

My Future Sculpture

into the cellar

You told The Story

of how Your Mother’s Father

coming home from fishing on The Grand Banks

had seen A Mermaid

— that They really do exist —

scraping Her Long Hair

with a fish bone


The Hawk Queen Bed 7:54am

“That’s right Blue Jays–

You tell Those Hunters

They are disturbing The Peace

by killing innocent birds

trying to fly South —

You tell Them — there’s A Woman

on The Hawk

with Her Bed Room Windows open

just so She can hear The Waves

and has to be woken

from a wild dream

of transvestites and babies

hefty and shrinking

alerted to Those Lethal Bangs”


The Hawk Beach 7:55pm

I had just started to write

The Guzzle is at Its deepest

when the incoming tide

churns its way toward Me

along the far edge

caught in the evening light

like a mini Grand Canyon —

then I heard a BUZZ —

a giant flying insect?

I looked overhead and guessed

I was being spied upon

by My First Ever Drone!


The Hawk Beach 7:50pm

Last night I saw one sizeable sand castle

with a tunnel and moat and bridge —

tonight one hump of it

and the bridge of wood

remain —

farther along The Hawk Beach

an additional creation is ringed

with blue and purple mussel shells

sporting crab claws and sea gull feathers

and a third,

also from last night,

sets unscathed

with pink crab shells adorning

each of its four turrets



The Hawk Beach 8:10pm

Tonight I am immersed

in a blue paler

than the sky

after a light rain

when I almost didn’t bring My Book

the weightiness of My Words

has Me sitting on damp sand

at the edge of the tide

as darker waves undulate

beneath sunlight in The East —



The Hawk Beach 7:00pm

Beside My Lovely Guzzle

The Transparency of Flaming June

is complete —

finished in a two-day almost frenzy

& I am almost exhausted —

here for My Fortification

with The Waves @ My Sneakers

I have somewhere to go

while My Husband rows

His Dory

and We take a break

from discussions of

The Medical Cartel


The Hawk Beach 8:11pm

There were three loose dogs

on The Hawk Beach tonight

so I turned South West

toward The Drowned Forest —

The Tide was out revealing

an extended array of ancient stumps

haggled in rock weed

twisted roots of prehistoric origin

continuing their grope through a sandy bog bed —

I came past the mysterious line

of purposely positioned stalks

to where an outcropping

of larger mangled trunks mingled

with the off-shore boulders

and I sat upon a square white rock

to write as The Sun went down



The Hawk Beach 2:45pm

I have walked The High Tide Line

to The Restoration of My Reason

and so have reached The Guzzle

a rivulet of blue and aqua

flowing into The Atlantic Waves —

I have satisfied God’s demands

to feel the need

of living and so

I sit with a flock of gulls

adjacent to The Supreme Essence

of Peace I have become


The Hawk Beach NOON

I threw away a fantasy rock

into the depths of the bamboo hedge

never to be found

despite rubber gloves

rubber boots

and heavy brown pants

I may never wear again


I walked to The Hawk Beach

and setting foot

on the ledge of piled stones

I found three great ones —

a double-lined, a single-lined

and an oblong grey

side-swiped with white

to put at My Front Step


The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:58pm

With the last of the lobster quiche

in Me

I muffled My Self

against the beach

to walk My Self

to The Guzzle —

when last I’d sat

upon its barnacled rock

the spread of surging flow

was at My Feet —

today that seat

marked The Guzzle Switch


to the other side