Sea 'n Sand

They were stranded there, beside sea and sand,

He was perched on grains of glass, she was beside Poseidon's hand,

He thought she would be cautious, she thought the beach unmanned,

It didn't stop her swimming, nor him digging with a spade that he'd found.

Six foot deep, the hole grew taller than he,

Peered out on the waves that were crashing on she,

A strong swimmer in day, though the night had borne rapids,

He was lost in the dark, she sank still in ripples.

The tide approached him with a warning of water,

He stayed in his grave, afraid that he'd falter,

The sun set on the pier; it rusted the sky,

And wilted fresh spume to an apricot, small, sweet and dried.

Tangled in seaweed, the stars buckled below,

The ocean hushed a tale of two that only crabs and cockles could know,

His spade lay long forgotten, his hole filled with foam,

She drifted beyond reach, and sea 'n sand became their home.

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This poem is the sister piece to one of my earlier writings. It draws from photos I took of a beach which really resonated with the way I was reflecting at the time. I didn't have a lot of energy to put into today's blog post (I knew it would be inevitable on some days), however I am grateful for my past self who did designate care into their writing, enabling me to resurface this. You can expect more from tomorrow. See you then.