Years ago
Although it wasn't that long in the grand scheme
It was half my life ago
I played merrily with an old time enemy
Scooping up sand like clay
We were the construction workers
And this was our town
Forming from one simple material
Houses and paths
Hills and tall buildings
Complicated building connections
Even a small lake
All evening
From the mild blues
To the oranges
To the deep reds
To the purples
We didn't stop building
Every house on this beach had windows
And doors
And a garden
With some pebbles and sea weed
From a distance it looked like real
model houses
Built by world class architects
We were 8
And we're motivated
Creative yet carefree
On Kildonan bay
Crafting
We had no tools
No bucket and spade
Just our brains
And our will to not stop ever
Until we were finally called in to eat
Twas a brilliant evening
With people and food in a stunning location
Although it was hard
To prize us away from this project
We knew we had done well
Something we'd never done before
And something
We'd never do again
I just remember coming back
Hours after
When the brightness is toned down in the sky
The tide has swept its way
All the way up the beach
And where our happy civilisation once lay
Was only waves of a highland lagoon
No more pathed roads or connecting bridges
Everything had washed away
Just like how a snowman melts when the sun arrives, our city was gone
YOU ARE READING
Full Hail (11)
PoetrySit out for the full hailstorm. Maybe they'll be the size of golfballs How much self inflicted torture can you endure? Can your skull handle the pressure?
