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shrieks

by Peter Humphreys

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 05/12/2006
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/12/06 at 02:52 PM

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.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 05/12/06 at 03:53 PM

It's what you don't say that bring this poem alive. What readers can creep and thunder in with. Most enjoyable. Thanks.

Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 05/15/06 at 07:08 PM

Your imagery here is mind-blowing. I could see her there, feel the chill swirl around me... looking down and praying to never be her.

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