Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Playing catch-up and posting my poems late!
Image copyright Mabh Savage 2023. Image ID: A man in a blue coat, jeans, and grey hat facing away from the camera watching the ocean over a white railing.
He plays chicken with the ocean
Calmly strolling along the promenade
While waves beat a samba
Up the sea wall.
He looks back
And disappears behind a wall of white
Foamy assassin,
Hiding my surely drenched spouse
The surging arm of the ocean slaps down
Dragging its salty palm back to the beach
He grins back at me
Ground sodden
Him lightly sprayed
As if two fists of the sea
Had ground into the concrete
On either side of him
A wall punched in frustration
With no intent to harm
You lucky bastard
I mouth, and grin back
As the sea stretches deep
And lunges again.