Ebb Tide Poem by james watkin

Ebb Tide



With sighing of a wooer snubbed
Who attracts in sea-blue
Pleat by pleat, rolls back her favour.
Of floor's cragging ripped through.

Clutching late the froth-train, as though
Felled in begging gesture
Pink-shelled, polished, what's souvenired:
Jewels shook out her vesture.

Saturday, June 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: beach,shells
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james watkin

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