A Poem by Ray Samuc

Washed away

cold spray
for lush grass surprises
and pricks the skin-- sudden like words
to a poet
landing on the page from a curious
somewhere. The absent breeze
frustrates you--positioning yourself
in its line of fire dares it
to drench you--
wet enough for the ink
of words
to run
from a page
and disappear forever.



Ray Samuc is an administrator and philosophy graduate from the North West of England. He has a poem published in Mused, and one forthcoming in Blue Lake Review.