The inspiration didn’t come – instead
a shallow sense of washed-up, wrung
out disbelief pervaded where the
golden sands began. Somewhere out
beyond the ken, beyond the pale, the
tide had failed to turn. There were no
wavelets on the beach, no comber’s
gems a-lying free for taking,
…alas, no footsteps in the sand.
© I.D. Carswell 2006
a shallow sense of washed-up, wrung
out disbelief pervaded where the
golden sands began. Somewhere out
beyond the ken, beyond the pale, the
tide had failed to turn. There were no
wavelets on the beach, no comber’s
gems a-lying free for taking,
…alas, no footsteps in the sand.
© I.D. Carswell 2006
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