Behind her was a width of land,

Before, a wider width of sea,

Between, a mile of flat, wet sand

Then a track foot-trod determinedly.

 

Until, skirt-tucked, flamingo-stanced,

She stood, delighted, chortling there,

While a million crinkling ripples danced

As the cheeky sea grinned back at her.

 

Bold-eyed, elemental, kin,

They haled each other, sight to sight,

Each the other drinking in

In a mutual exchange of light

 

Then – done – the parting, to the land,

Homing-ward, the long track trudging.

(All the way the jealous sand

Every single footstep grudging)

 

She: to fetch the light, the air,

The sea, to all the folk inland.

The sea: to break the news of her

    Along the coasts………………

 

Of Casablanca, Carolina,

Sunny Cuba, India, China,

Indonesia, Mauritania,

Java, Yemen, Pennsylvania,

 

Argentina, Spain, Alaska,

Mozambique, and Madagascar.

A flip to far Franz Joseph Land,

Then home again to Wirral Sands.

 

 

 

POSTSCRIPT

 

The moon that midnight, stealthily,

Would`ve drawn a furtive sheet of sea

And kept the secret selfishly.

 

But the poet, dafted with the sight,

Sat up and scribbled all the night

And turned it into poetry.

 

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