Daily Poems: Monday 4 March

The Shoreline

Waves black and polluted
roll towards the shore.
I see what is coming
but what can I do:

run onto the empty beach
waving my arms
at seagulls flying in the air?
It’s only my pristine coastline,

nobody else can feel it
they can hear about it
on the radio:
her coastline was devastated

by unruly waves
it seems likely that freak storms
caused her whole fleet to dash
upon the rocks.

Ominous to see them
crashing closer,
dislodging hidden debris
from dark places.

Pull yourself together!

Sarah Scotthorne

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