The Shoreline Pioneer of Washed-Up Beaches

Walking barefoot on driftwood
splinters in my footsteps
lame sole; life infected.
Castaway out here on the border between
the sand and the sea.

With relentless questions
that precariously ride crash waves:
the tide is coming in
fast fast,
swallows exsiccated starfish whole.

Stand fast
my gravel bank seascape defences
all shored-up against
a breach of shingle stories
when surf sounding ‘s’s cascade
into shale surrender.

Shiver;
I’m soaked to the skin with this conspiracy
that tomorrow is always over my shoulder.

 

 

©2007 P.A.Levy
First published by Calliope Nerve 2009 (magazine closed)