A letter on white paper, rolled tight and bound with wire
Ten objects found on beaches, purpose served now worn and tired
Now bobbing on an ebb tide in the estuary flow
Bound for who knows where, perhaps no-one will ever know.
But should it ever come ashore, be found and opened, what’s in store
For the inquisitor who wonders what these objects might be for?
Two sticks: one wood, one USB
Two bones: one notched, one bleached that lacks sinew
A stopper for a bottle, a sparkling many-coloured shell
A length of twisted metal wire, red metal flattend tube
And polyester braided rope unravelled at its unbound end
Then last of all the sweetie pack, one shilling and sixpence,
The mint that won’t be hurried near half a century hence.
What will the finder wonder as on these things they ponder?
The bones, the wood, the shell that tell of life now gone.
And all the man-made objects that just go on and on.
Launched on behalf of artist Oonagh Devoy at 5:15 pm on 30th July 2016 into the Firth of Forth from the shoreline at Kilminning Coast Wildlife Reserve, East Neuk of Fife, Scotland.