Low Tide

The Coil
The Coil
Apr 27, 2018 · 2 min read

Poem by Pete M. Wyer


We were used to the rhythm of tides.
We’d sat by calm water,
Been ruffled by restless winds.
We didn’t suspect
The rotted wrecks
Caught among the jagging rocks
That steered the course of the river,
Starkly revealed by this day.

He closes his eyes.
We, his friends,
Sit in silence.

PETE M. WYER is a composer and musician from England with an interest in storytelling and innovation. He has created scores for the London Symphony Orchestra, Royal Philharmonic Orchestra, Juilliard, the orchestra of Welsh National Opera, The Crossing, BBC Television, and the Royal Opera House, as well as creating seven operas and music theater works. He is the author of several literary works including a chapbook of poetry, The Dance around the Fire, and a book of short stories, Love, Trees and Transfigurations.

First Place Winner of the 2014 Luminaire Award for Best Poetry

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