Woman Cursing the Coast, by Kersten Christianson

Woman Cursing the Coast
by Kersten Christianson
After Miroslave Holub’s “Man Cursing the Sea”

From the top of Harbor
Mountain, woman shakes
her fist at the outer coast.

Ridiculous water, you carry
the world’s sorrow from loud-
mouthed sea, bawling in its loss,
to arrogant sky. Between the both
of you: mist, drizzle and rain,
enough to drown the sugar
sweetness of granulated sun,
to drench the silken dress
of Himalayan poppy blue.

Ocean, you petulant child,
scribbling each day new lines
along coastline, markers
on the wall, uncapped,
left in disarray.

And so she shakes her fist,
while sky pewters and forest
songbirds issue their last
twitters for the day.

And then she treks
down the mountain,
and returns home.

Here is my poem in response to Miroslav Hold’s poem, “Man Cursing the Sea.”

Kersten Christianson is a raven-watching, moon-gazing Alaskan. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing (University of Alaska Anchorage), has authored two books of poetry – What Caught Raven’s Eye (Petroglyph Press, 2018) and Something Yet to Be Named (Aldrich Press, 2017) – and is the poetry editor of Alaska Women Speak.

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