Another South West Coastal Path Miracle
Was it some bizarre coincidence perhaps
he happened to stumble upon those
same tiny blue flowers, three days in a row
…
You surely know the ones I mean, yes those
that always seem to grow
so damn close to the edge like that ..
…
Well it was there, he recalled she sometimes wore
those same blue flowers in her hair
and in that moment, he just knew he had to go on
…
So he picked himself up and brushed himself down
making sure to get rid of the dust from
his old canvass shoes and the green corduroy jacket
…
Yes, the same one she bought him all those years ago
then had a good look around, and low and behold,
there beside the empty shells of discarded plovers eggs
…
In a tiny scraped hollow, somewhere high on the coastal path
close to where they once loved and lived ..
He found the missing half of her old broken gold cross ..