Echoes of boats

So, you sped to the sea
as thoughts formed a Cornish town.
Recollected unshelled prawns
in a bag, bought by the jetty,
flung scraps to tame gulls;
a recast of Hitchcock’s “The Birds”

Heard the sweep swish of foam
against supportive pillars.
Walked along wooden boards,
gaps between, glimpses of barnacles
that clung a Morrison studded belt,
yet lasted longer than any sealife
or doomed dune lizard king.

Sand has filled a child’s buckets
to cover your stray footsteps
a few castle lifetimes since then,

but this old postcard has no stains,
and the Queen reveals only a coffee tan
in the new morning table sun.


One thought on “Echoes of boats

  1. nectarfizz says:

    Can almost hear the clanging bell..

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