Pebbles on a Beach

Pebbles on a Beach


A remote remembrance, beyond the headland’s sweep
The beach of white, cold, staring eyes
Of pupil-less pebbles


Washed by time and motion’s memory of stains
Staring without sound at the skies moon
That tides with some comfort and wets with salt tears
The clustered drowned babies eyes
Crunched under foot by a beachcomber’s lost dream
 

Washed in baptism by the ghost-cream jelly-fish wings
Undulating, bathed in a silent silhouette motion
Like the shadow of a dead child



Harry Mills
Bolabog Apartelle : Boracay, Philippines: 10th July 2012
From :The Shadow of a Dead Child