A Night in Tenerife

as it is..

the sea the skin of a wet dog,

black the beach, a ruined church;

the coastal lights a string of lesser ways,

we are as empty as a dropped shell

pulled across the ebb, a ripple of salt...

and as the night gets deeper

a dragon breathes like the tide:

no mistake, the dark needs its hours.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Your writing completely immerses me Leslie, this is astonishing in its depths as per norm for your pen, outstanding! :)