Poetry Mirage by Hannah Faoileán

The World Between the Words
The sand crackle cracks in the harsh heat.
Crabs scuttle sideways
always hurrying, never forwards.
I walk and I walk;
the water deceives me.
I look at the horizon where a boat does not sail.

I look at the horizon where a boat does not sail.
The water deceives me.
I walk and I walk
always hurrying, never forwards.
Crabs scuttle sideways.
The sand crackle cracks in the harsh heat.
 
Great inversion. Reminds me of sestina I wrote - think on private thread -I’ll have to post it. There is an element of fearful anticipation in your words! Not an idyllic beach then!
 
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