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Nazaré

Quincey Holtkamp


she waves


sometimes

she shouts down an alley


not to become

that black dot on the beach


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The woman of the dried fish


When you close your eyes,

as the warmth of the sand melts into your back


in the distance


dried octopuses and sardines

spread out on wooden racks –

once swaying, now nothing but skin

stretched tight in salt and sun

like silent trophies of the sea


as the wind stirs

she pulls down her seven skirts

one for each day


seven colours paint the sea

seven waves roll along the shore

seven suns merging over and over


with distant horizons

seven mornings

of café com leite


served by men who could have been her sons

amid tourists and brisk words riding heavy bass sounds, life moves steadily on

sea-salted hair coiled into neat, deliberate knots

in her ears, golden danglers glinting in the sun

her companheiras cackling

as if the ocean itself had stepped inside

and lingered for a moment


in the distance

barco negro


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The children of the seventh wave 


I hover like a gull above the lighthouse

watching a veil of salty mist slowly receding into the clouds above

upon the cliff, the fortress awaits a new portrait on its heroes’ wall


voices from the canyon beneath, hushed

a whispering choir drifting with the tide


a sétima onda 

a sétima onda 


it’s the wave on which the ship lets itself be carried home

it’s the wave that lures in surfers from faraway coasts


on this grey November day along the rocky shore,

among immortelles that still bring some colour,

those gathered keep their binoculars near


in their sights, the foam-white shoulder of Praia do Norte,

a jet-ski launches the surfing deer,

hungering, it surges toward the breaking swell

bent on fusing with the ocean’s pulse


as antlers fade beneath the whitewash’s swirl

caught in a ten-minute film noir,

she swallows her breath and prays


Oh, 


Nossa Senhora da Nazaré,


protege os nossos filhos do mar


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Quincey Holtkamp (1994) is a writer and artist. During her recurring residencies on the Portuguese Silver Coast, she created this poetic triptych that evokes the essence of Nazaré – a coastal village shaped by its fishing heritage, myths and legendary waves. Explore more of her work here


Photography: Quincey Holtkamp

Author's portrait: Nicki Carolin 


 
 
 

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