What remains
is the click, click, click
of the pebbles
in the shallow waters
of the beach,
the windy highstreet
with a library,
a fish and chips place
and two charity shops,
a music festival
in the next village
(but not until October)
and marshes
with one or two lonely egrets.
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Author:
Norman Flagtea (
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Comments2
I love write's like this, thanks for sharing
(a sombre ode
to our beloved blighty's
dispiritingly, deserted
coastlines:
'What remains
is the click, click, click
of the pebbles
in the shallow waters')
You just nailed it ..
and in doing so, you also reminded me why I fell in love with poetry .. brill and I aint talking fish ... 🙂
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