Seaford Beach

Broken shells crunched under my callous feet

skin worn, an old tyre.

 

The sand swelled, greedy for each step

swallowing, a reptile.

 

The sea drowned the foot holes

the foaming scum welded.

 

Cuttlefish bones scattered

no headstones.

 

Monochrome pebbles sewn together

smooth like a vultures head.

 

Broad cliffs blackened by rain

with gaps, missing teeth.

 

We had walked for miles

no care for the aging sky.

 

We skimmed rocks over the froth

like a pint of Guinness.

 

I remember your smiling face

reflecting the cracks of drift wood.

 

The bitter wind couldn’t chill you

the black and white wouldn’t faze you.