She stands at the edge of the world,
Flinging stones at the froth and churn,
wet ankles glistening in the evening sun.
One day a shy young man will find her
The most beautiful woman alive and
Kiss her hard under a yellow moon.
He will fear the gaze of others on her,
In case his kind eyes are not enough
To hold her heart and keep her love.
But today she is alone and wondering,
Her mind a quiet riot of furious why,
Lost in the westerly wind's growling cry.
9th August 2017
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
