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DEVEREUX THRILLS, IN WINTER
by W. Mahlon PurdinWhere are those bodies
Oiled and sandy grit
That browned on this beach
Like a barbeque pit?
And those boys who threw frisbees
The girls who blew kisses
And all the dogs that ran
The men who swam?
Now strange huddled forms
Move up the beach
Booted feet sounding hard
On frozen sand, frozen seaweed
As the water ebbs,
Sheets of ice carpet a moonlit
Reflection
That dazzles the eyes
In the air of summer's death
Through misting breath.
01/12/1979 Posted on 10/31/2014
Copyright © 2024 W. Mahlon Purdin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/02/14 at 01:24 AM Delightfully wistful as the seasons change with a venue such as this. So many vivid images here. |
| Posted by June Labyzon on 11/08/14 at 01:53 PM The seasons change and so do our activities and attire. Living in a climate, as I do, with little seasonal changes, not so much. From oiled and sandy grit to booty feet, a delight to read |
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