Found Footsteps in the Sand
Found the trails of molluscs
washed away before the tide
could tell their tale
Found the cormorant
still as a statue
his ebony body, talking
Found a tree its leaves
the hair of a dead dog
floating by
Found the seagull hovering
landing his message:
this log is my log
Found the seal
grinning up close
spreading his word
Found the girl running
young limbs breaking
feathered lines of retreating waves
Found her footprints in the sand
unreadable in the surf.
Sheila Aldous
Sheila Aldous lives by the River Teign and often walks down the beach to the smugglers’ tunnel. She has been widely published in several journals and has won the Yeovil Prize for Poetry. She has been short-listed for the Bridport Prize. Her collections Paper Boats and Patterns of All Made Things were published in 2018 and 2019. Sheila can be contacted at paperboatsteignmouth@gmail.com
Photo credit @rawfilm at http://www.unsplash.com
Thank you Tina and all at The Beach Hut for publishing my poem. The photo is stunning and conveys the mood of the poem.
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It’s a super Poem Sheila, the thanks goes to you 🙏
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