And mottled, licked
Smooth as glass. Flicked and slicked
Skipping stones, tripping alone on
Takes up new house and home,
Room for one, he lives alone in
Flying free in
Sand dollars. Bony white,
And dried hot on stones and salty
Stripped and ripped bare.
Fair tides are welcoming
from beyond and afar. You are
Marilyn“Misky” Braendeholm lives in the United Kingdom. Her interests include gothic architecture, gardening, recipe testing, baking yeasted and sourdough bread, photography, and writing. She has poems and fiction published with Mouse Tales Press, Poetry Quarterly, Sprout Magazine, B-Gina Review, Pyrokinection, Jellyfish Whisper, and Napalm and Novocain.
Each absolutely lovely - together an experience of stunning summer memories. Bravo!ReplyDelete
This is a collection of "pearls", in fact. You have mastered the form so well, and each one stands out amazingly!ReplyDelete
Mariya expressed it perfectly. Lovely collection, and each a pearl in itself. Great use of form!ReplyDelete
Misky, what a incredible collection of images! I feel like I just took a walk on the beach, can almost smell the salt air:-) BeautifulReplyDelete
Oh yes! What they all said, Misk! Each "small stone" takes me to the beach to enjoy the day right along with you. Lovely! :-)ReplyDelete
This is a beautiful group of Cinquains. Thanks for the visions.ReplyDelete
Each of these was a tiny vacation for the mind, Misky. Nothing shallow here but the surf line. I could almost envision the little hermit crab as a hobo and did see the sand dollar beached and bleached.ReplyDelete
Excellent work, my friend. Sigh. I love being at the beach.
What a fond farewell to summer; it's like having a lovely collection of special photos to fan through ... very special, wistful, memorable ...ReplyDelete
Thank you all for your lovely comments, and for coming for a read. :)ReplyDelete