Title: The sound of the sound
by Libby from Lancashire | in writing, poetry
Consistent inconsistency
Of the sea I see
Glass-eyed walls of shattered silence
Echo cold to me
Collapsing tubes of lace meringue
Frosting ribs of sand,
Marinading oyster beds,
Your quarry is the land.
Reaching blindly for the shoreline
Seeping deeply through,
Seeking solace,
Restless wand'ring
Tentacles of blue.
I was at the beach and had a sudden inspiration whilst staring out to sea.
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