{"id":6372,"date":"2016-06-10T14:53:32","date_gmt":"2016-06-10T13:53:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/?p=6372"},"modified":"2016-07-25T09:37:47","modified_gmt":"2016-07-25T08:37:47","slug":"she-lay-down-deep-beneath-the-sea-meditations-on-dunoons-victorian-pier","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/?p=6372","title":{"rendered":"She Lay Down Deep Beneath the Sea*: <em>Meditations on Dunoon&#8217;s Victorian Pier<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>1<br \/>\nI am bound, rooted, salt-stung,<br \/>\ntree-limbed, iron bolted.<br \/>\nI live with my memories &#8211;<br \/>\nechoes of footsteps arriving,<br \/>\ndeparting; ghost boats<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;at my thighs.<\/p>\n<p>Every timber part of me swims<br \/>\nwith zooplankton. My only neighbour<br \/>\nis my reflection. The sky<br \/>\nis sailing around me.<br \/>\nFenders of rock elm protect me.<br \/>\nMy mouth is a softwood deck<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;of pitch pine.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been here so long<br \/>\nliving out my days in this estuary.<br \/>\nI am locked in a blue room &#8211;<br \/>\nthe summers of my childhood<br \/>\npressing down on my skin;<br \/>\nI am up to my neck in tide.<\/p>\n<p>2<br \/>\nThe pier is a series of joined-at-the-hip bodies.<br \/>\nThe pier is a timber tongue flying out of the Firth.<br \/>\nThe pier is a woman on her back; fog-clouds &#8211;<br \/>\nbed-sheets, pulled up over her head.<br \/>\nWhen the pier opens her legs &#8211;<br \/>\nit&#8217;s a window to nowhere.<br \/>\nThe pier drags her bladder-wrack<br \/>\nand dabber-lock body through spirals<br \/>\nof underwater currents.<br \/>\nWhen the tide falls the pier floats ashore<br \/>\nlike a battered toy.<br \/>\nThe pier is breaking apart.<br \/>\nHer legs are a row of piano keys<br \/>\nplaying in A minor.<br \/>\nThe pier is sun-aged and storm-scarred;<br \/>\nshe has seen many departures.<br \/>\nThe pier is an arch of hysteria<br \/>\nholding her secrets deep in the very girders.<br \/>\nThe pier is tired &#8211; looking always across the Firth.<br \/>\nShe sits in the shallows, among rocks,<br \/>\nher back bare &#8211; tubular spine, a hint of ribs.<br \/>\nShe remembers the names of her Steamers:<br \/>\n<em>Meg Merrilies, Jeanie Deans, Heather Bell<\/em>.<br \/>\nAt the end of her life<br \/>\nthe pier has leapt off of herself<br \/>\nand is simply floating in the water.<\/p>\n<p>3<br \/>\nWe will always return to the pier &#8211;<br \/>\nshe is our end point, our home.<br \/>\nGrey seals and bone whales<br \/>\nsing songs of her water logs,<br \/>\nsalty in the brazen sun.<br \/>\nNo Steamer comes to her now.<br \/>\nThe shoreline is carved with the facade<br \/>\nof her wooden sisters &#8211;<br \/>\nthe remnants of cast-off piers.<br \/>\nShe is half-dressed in a shock of fronds<br \/>\nand bladders; she is barnacle-legged<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and limpet-cheeked.<br \/>\nShe is our night constellation on the Firth;<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;our lifeline and lifetime satellite.<\/p>\n<p>4<br \/>\nAt the Opening of the New Pier, 1898.<br \/>\nShe absorbs the sounds of the rabble<br \/>\ndown to the very core of her timber bones.<br \/>\nTheir voices preserved in the lichen<br \/>\nand limpet shells beginning their slow journey<br \/>\nof attachment around her plump new legs.<br \/>\nVoices to be held to the ears of children,<br \/>\nyears after those voices have stilled.<br \/>\nYou, on this new pier can never leave,<br \/>\nfade, never age, enter war. You<br \/>\nin the Glengarry bonnet, flat cap,<br \/>\ntop hat, bowler, ribboned straw hat<br \/>\npresent at the birth of a pier under bunting<br \/>\nand flag poles have become her story.<br \/>\nAbandoned woman of pleasure, daughter<br \/>\nof stillness &#8211; the end that comes to us all;<br \/>\nwhere are your people now?<\/p>\n<p>*title from a drawing by Tracey Emin<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>1 I am bound, rooted, salt-stung, tree-limbed, iron bolted. I live with my memories &#8211; echoes of footsteps arriving, departing; ghost boats &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;at my thighs. Every timber part of me swims with zooplankton. My only neighbour is my reflection. The sky is sailing around me. Fenders of rock elm protect me. 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