The Web Poetry Corner - Frank S Rickards - To Justin, brother and friend.
To Justin, brother and friend.
by
Frank S Rickards
The waves on the wind's whip
Down-fold hard and lay their loud anger
Over the ribbed and sounding sand.
Dunlins in shell-grey shallows
Trip and start and stab and stop
Over reflections, light-splintered,
Wind-shivered in sea-light:
And gulls with savage side-ways knock
Break mussels and release
Soft salt-flesh of sea.
There is a dust of shells
On the sun-sharp sand,
And the sea's hand
Draws lines of time and tide
Eternally.
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