High-Tide

We warmed ourselves against the afternoon
and watched as passing toppers broke
the ice-white caps of the waves.
You pointed to where the high-tide mark
stained the side of a building, telling me how
each year the rivers strained their banks and the sea
would overspill like a bath. My hands could barely reach it
and I imagined myself swallowed where we were,
lost in the freshly-melted water.
Later, in a documentary, we saw
a map of the coastline in sixty years
with the whole village recoloured in blue

Jamie Hancock is a student from Hampshire, currently studying at the University of Cambridge.
‘High-Tide’ was a commended poem in the Melting Ice Challenge 2017, a collaboration between The Poetry Society’s Young Poets Network and the National Maritime Museum, Greenwich exploring the changing face of the Polar Regions.

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