Iona Winter

Category: sea

  • Stagger

    Sand ridges in perfect formation like frozen waves caress the beach.   I walk the track a drunkard’s stagger timed with the ocean.   ‘You have to pass by the door of death in order to be reborn’ you whispered.   Ageless kelp beds cushion my fall into the sea green like…

  • Sea Blossoms

    I love how the wind swirls blossoms around the footpath.   It reminds me of your hair and kelp in the ocean, dragged by the currents.   I imagine myself swimming below your wiry frame star-fished in the water.   Broken pieces of ourselves suspended in the rhythmic caress of…