Jean Watkins

Barbara Hepworth

These curving blue-green, blue-grey shapes
suggest the sea – the way the waves
reach upward, craving for the sky
before they fail, collapse and foam.

But also sails. The horizontal form’s
a mainsail belly full, attached by ropes
which are strong strands of the wind’s gut
moaning or singing as the sky dictates.

In this lush St Ives garden you can hear the sea
close by, its smash on rock and quay.
You sense that something of its salt
flowed in the veins of the sculptor.

Jean Watkins has lived near Reading for many years. Her poems have appeared widely in anthologies and magazines. Her collections are Scrimshaw (2013) and Precarious Lives
(2018), both from Two Rivers Press..