Waves beat relentlessly the shingle beach, heave and sigh, roar and hiss, sucking back the foment. A bare figure cast in grey clouds, white spume, leaden skies, falls seawards. A cry unanswered. Clothes adrift, windstrewn on the strand, flotsam of a life in torment.
07/20/2005
Posted on 07/20/2005Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys