Beach Ghosts Poem by Yvonne Rautenbach

Beach Ghosts
Layer upon layer of happiness gleams
Holidays past and childhood dreams
Ladies demure in knitted skins sat by a rock
while the gentleman swims
How many times was this amber stone spun
Into the waves as the tide has begun?
How much of this rock has been whipped and eroded
Since Kennedy died or the markets imploded?
The cliffs may have known it but oh they did slide
Into the ocean with all of their pride
Harbouring a wall with its wear and its weeds
Hard hit by gales which have scattered the seeds.
Where is the sailor abandoned his boat
Where is the lobster for filling the pot
The morning is early and light gently does tease
Catching the wings of the ghosts in the breeze.