I wish I had a title for this but it was written in Rest Bay so thats what we'll call it

A most gorgeous friend of mine sent me a message earlier saying that she had read some of my poetry on here, and that she had really enjoyed it, and I cannot quite describe how happy that made me. I, like a lot of things I do, have very little faith in my poetic ability, but here we are, writing another one. Tilda, this one is for you!

Rest Bay

Along I plod

writing lines of poetry in my head

I watch streams ever plait themselves

across the sand

My hands cling to the folds of my dress

as the salt does to my curls

I mimic the sky

I cannot explain my love

for the paths of water, or

the dance it does

as it trickles

home

18.6.21