Making A Splash! Poem by Dónall Dempsey

We ran along the shore
our footprints chasing us

the sea trying to catch us
snatching at our feet
with splashy fingers

finally tripping us
as we fall into its embrace
the 7th wave breaking over
our seaweed tangled bodies

as we kiss in a From Here
To Eternity way
And a wind sings Love..
Is A Many Splendoured Thing

(and oh...don’t we just know it)
oblivious now
of the sea

and its bitterly cold
Jealousy
and the Disgusted From Tunbridge Wells
seagulls.