In the low tides of my life
The receding water drops me
Onto the rocks and sharp edges.
I smell the seaweed rot
Of decomposing failures
And see the broken shells
Of promises unkept.
And must tread on disappointments
Until a tide high floats me away.
Ed Ahern resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. He's had over ninety stories and poems published so far, and two books; his collected fairy and folk tales "The Witch Made Me Do It" from Gypsy Shadow Press and a mystery/horror novella "The Witches' Bane" from World Castle Publications.
High tide can take you to new and interesting places.ReplyDelete