My Poetry

By The Sea

On driftwood a marble of sea spray

Salt tracking an outline of crazed lapping tide

A stamp, bedded into bark, of life, of journey

Cold mist slides onto worn pebbles below

As mollusks cling to their ship hoping to set sail again.

Barefoot, cracking sand and rough stones as she walks

Sandals swung joyfully from two fingers

Her path measured, determined, stealth in her stride

Sun drops, spilling onto the horizon

Water searches the shore seeking the barriers edge.

Right up to the croft where the hill cradles buckthorn and thistle

Broken rocks, cragged, sit uneasy in shallow pools

Where tiny crabs seek refuge among the spricks and krill

Her gaze rests on the peaceful resonating tide

And her mind parked for a moment, standing still.