Childhood Beach

about children

the sky sunk low to the sea

wet towels slapping in the wind

young bathers;

sea-eyed and water-faced

with chipped front teeth

sinews taut under young skin...

and the ebb

that makes stones drift

between a child`s thighs

down the beach

down the beach

running into the dilute

a salt step crying

footprints lived short

as if just lost

shouts stolen by the wind;

time to go. 

Reviews

[Arabdha]

I love the metaphors you have used herein...
"sea-eyed and water-faced
with chipped front teeth"
brilliant description !

[emmajoy]

This reminds me of a painting or few by some of the Newlyn painters.. softly coloured, accurate to the point of undeniable preciousness. I can truly see what you've set out .. it's lovely, truly descriptive, plus, technically perfect.

[Zahra]

Interesting imagery, nice short but well crafted poem

[Pete Langley]

What came to mind was...all too short. The wonder in small things whipped away on the wind and tide...."footprints lived short/as if just lost" Evocative and insightful, Les. P.