Stipperstones
Don’t leave me here
Don’t leave me here
on the beach
on this beach, bitch
caught by topetide and low escape
shark turned worms fill my head
attracted by the noise
released from quartz quicksand
flooding, as my toes sink deeper
moving, side to side
a manic dance of panic
crying
“who put the flowers by the dead fox”
eyes search the grey cliffs
for hopestairs cut within the slate
with swift movement
I cast aside my burdens
crustacean reallocation
Lost prawns into barren pools
as we wade a waterfall
climbing slipperstones obsessed with weed
hand over hand
hating the tarnished mirrors reflection
two steps behind
still out of sight
despite eyes in the back of my head
a generational assent
leading me to lay on
second chance grass
fingers obscuring turned worms
waiting warm, to fill my bed
Occasionally I will add a renewed older geology themed poem – Here a Geopoem written 2001about a visit to the Worms Head in South Wales
