liminal

where we seek water
they struggle to get ashore
marginal difference

~

n.b. Both humans and seals evolved from the mammalian branch of the tree of life, but now they hold mirrored views of the beach…interesting how things turn out.

CLP 15/11/2021

skirting

the wave breaks
coughs up kelp
splashes shingle up the beach
rolls stones over
brushes out sand
catches air in pockets
marks the tideline in thick foamy spume
leaves with a hiss
of bursting bubbles
slips back into itself
gathers in its pleats
to unfurl them again
backfilling our footprints
proving nothing
waits for us

~

CLP 11/10/2021

on the beach

at first sight old
older than you and me
much older
Walking hand in hand
as we might from time to time
in moments unconnected by conversation
they stopped momentarily
so she could stoop to pick up a pebble
or a shell, or a flint, or to investigate
a wave-shined glint of something
that caught her imagination
as he waited to be shown her find
at first sight old
older than you and me
but now not at all
not as old as fossilised sea urchins
not as ancient as bellemnite-bored chalk
they were just like us
two more children
playing by the sea

~

CLP 11/10/2021

Treasure

how many tides have turned
shifted and smoothed
sifted and sorted
the pebbles so
today the sea would give up this stone
so you might gift it me
precious as any stone
I have ever held

~

CLP 13/09/2021

On the Beach

slipping on pebbles

this feels like treading water

yet gentle progress

~

CLP 18/08/2021

On the Beach

I’m never tired

of each tide’s unique beauty

waking next to you

~

CLP 03/08/2021

On Water xx

sorting through shingle

picking out perfect pebbles

stones skimming off waves

.

CLP 28/04/2021

On The Beach

These amongst others

Mother of pearl and sandstone

Everything but you

~

CLP 22/03/2021

On Pleasure iii

Morning lights our shore

gulls call us to discover

gifts brought in on tide

~

n.b. photograph courtesy of ACG.

CLP 04/09/2020

Terns

Crunching east on stony beach

With the westerly

Encouraging me to move along

With uncalled for shoves to my spine

Like an impatient copper

Clearing an unruly popular terrace

Causing me to stumble

As I stagger on loose pebbles

Waves tumble in

Wash through shingle

The rage of sea repressed

By this burly bully at our backs

My lips licked by briny spray

Sunglasses spotted with tear-salt smears

Ears wind-burnt

The white noise of breaking horses

Fills the air, all but deafens

Except

Clear and shrill like blue-lighting sirens

Heading into battle

Against the insistent blows

With scratchy screeches

Wings like knives

Cutting through

Slicing and dicing

Contradicting the force

They stick to their intended course

Zigger-zagger dancing

Toward the setting sun

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CLP 23/05/2020