Stories & Poems ~Poems


~Perseids over Shingle Street


Lying on our backs on the stoney beach,
in the middle of a meteor shower,
the darkness hiding the gap between us,
a little streak of light makes a moments mark in the sky,
and it seems, to me, we are watching
the great thoughts of the Universe
jump across the stars.

‘Comet dust,’ you say dismissively,
and soon you are following
a narrow line of white shells,
back to the light of the Coastguards’ Cottages.

Torchless, I stumble in the other direction,
wading through shingle like a drunken astronaut.
The sea steps out of the night to meet me,
and reaching down I ask Poseidon
for acceptance, if not love.

 

©Carl Ross






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