The Lost Bodies Of Last Year's Summer
Shaleskin, beachfeet
T shirt and clean sand.
An open sky clearing
The purest of air.
Sunlight brim through
The clot of the public.
An expected scent
Of wave slush on feathers.
A calm atmosphere
Like the after party
Of a massacre
Bird grin, human laughter.
Rock salt perfume
Grooming landscape
Shades claim nothing of this day.
Until the bodies break
On the shore all at once.
All the lost bodies
Of last year's summer.
Floating, creaking
Dilluting on the waves
Into nothing.
Elaine Booth
Mon 13th Jun 2011 22:09
Good poem - very atmospheric & clever although it doesn't feel clever - just flows naturally, which is why it is such a good poem. Look forward to more, Kealan.