NOTES AFTER A NIGHTMARE – A POEM

Writing

coastline of pebbles, not sand,

scratched by wave after wave after

nightfall, 

before me, anyway

 

ankle deep in shallow sea,

ivory moon coloured blue 

the closer it swings,

a puppet and a pendulum

 

bird song of breaking froth,

echoed forth from jutting rock,

but no wings beat

with a sky so heavy.

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