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driftwood


small, chubby hands
pat, dimples winking

she scoops again,
spade quivering.

little by little
grain upon grain

and then complete,
driftwood beacon atop.

tide threatens awhile,
weakening, taunting.

her castle crumbles
and washes away
with the lowering sun.

driftwood beacon
left behind.

 

◄ Times when you should hide your laughter

a bitter-sweet affair ►

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Elaine Booth

Sun 6th Mar 2011 22:05

A very elegant poem, Kath. As Ann says, delicate with very precise, spare language.

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Andy N

Tue 1st Mar 2011 08:16

i like the structure of your language here, kath.. you really are starting to try out different things at the moment...

excellent x

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Ann Foxglove

Mon 28th Feb 2011 18:04

This poem has a delicacy about it. I enjoyed reading it Kath. xx

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