Sunday, 15 March 2015



I remember

I was wary

of the great deep beach.

It looked

like it was going

to pull my body.

I put my face

In the water

then it stole

my breath.

Back in the car

my blanket

rolled me up

like a warm sausage roll.

1 comment:

  1. That was a good poem. I had a image of the beach when I felt all warm in my blanket.- Aryan Biala