I run
the two miles
to the lighthouse
the two miles
to the lighthouse
white and peeled
against the swirled
grey sky
hovering above the
grey sea churning
I run, sure footed
across the sand
across the sand
seaweed smell
and stones smooth
for me to stride over
past the man
in his heavy coat
and dog, wet
I move fast,
light, like the seagull feather
tumbling on the sand
I chase
the lighthouse crawls closer
I am participating in Five Minute Fridays, hosted by Gypsy Mama. This was fun, thanks for the prompt!
3 comments:
Nice.
I can almost smell the salty sea...
Blessings!
What a beautiful poem!
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