On The Beach (draft version)
On the beach, a poppy-red stone,
it looks angry as a military planet.
It’s strewn amongst some revellers’
litter, wine bottles and tipsy air.
The waves siege against the shore,
the sea gurgles its drying fury, and
air orbits around our fragrant dust.
(all for the sake of a party)
for dVerse Quadrille #137 “stones”. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021 [note: the last line exceeds the constraint of 44 words; sorry, but it is what it is]