they found her alone on lower strand where sea reluctantly leaves for least of times the caress and embrace of shore and shingle the Atlantic had not been kind foetal abandoned broken wrecked hair blood black on mussel bed black rock face mercifully down in white sand naked sleeping creeping waves they said it was a bad lot they say he should have stayed they pray a gull circling malevolent present shrieks
05/12/2006
Posted on 05/12/2006Copyright © 2026 Peter Humphreys
Shivering ~ I heard the shriek. How this moved closer and closer, movement by harsh movement, is vivid, stilling all other thoughts ~ no computer, no messaging, no other sound but that shriek. Then an echo of it.
