Tuesday 10 July 2018

Beached


Where was my head
when I fell for you

Through marram grass
pinching like sand crabs

down the slip face
of a sand dune

Landing on drift line of
Spring, full-moon tide

Ensnared in flotsam
and jetsam and items sundry

Caught and enmeshed
in bladderwrack

Entangled at uppermost limit
of wave swash

Swallowed and beached
and marooned on your shore

Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2018

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