Rock Waves

 

Like where my grandparents lived

The waves go crashing on the rocks

The cliffs are grey and red

Childrens’ voices ring out clear

As the gulls go ghosting by

The sea feels colder than the blue it looks

Next stop Antarctica helps

In summer ice cream still helps

To calm flustered bodies

A ship sails serenely by

As the seal struggles to grip

On the headland camera shutters click

Capturing the moment.

 

Alan P.

Brain Injury Survivor, London Silverliner, Poet

 

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