Poem - Cromer Beach

Cromer beach

 

First the clack of the flint skulls then

the scratch of the gravel displaced

finally obedient sand

where we walked easily together.

Behind I watched your steps compress

sand, pushing the water aside

the earth lighting your step lifting

you just my hand tethering you.

 

There at a boundary of blue

we watched a metallic mist come

I knew then you would be taken;

Tides are a clock counting down, up.

Our hands entwined a godless joke.

Our clambering children grown, gone.

Do not look for solace in this;

Do not look, back, forth, do not look.

 

 

James A Bullion September 2014