At The Turn Of The Tide... Poem by heather sweeting

At The Turn Of The Tide...



Just before daybreak, along the strand,
A breeze chivvied clouds away from the land.
The sea played mischievously on the beach,
shifting the pebbles within its reach.
It rippled the sand into tiny dunes,
and soothed the tides with rhythmic tunes.
But then ebbing waves uncovered the stain,
the fragments of bone, and the shattered brain.
Each receding swell revealed yet more
of the hideous crime from the night before.
Now the form of a girl was there to see,
hand pointing upward accusingly.
The wound in her chest still oozing red,
as covered the rock beside her head.
The waves retreated in a show of respect,
exposing the corpse for the gulls to peck.
The rigor of death could not disguise
the abject terror in her eyes.
Yet, in keeping with how things had always been,
The sea turned its back and left the scene.

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