Poetry Mirage by Hannah Faoileán

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.

 

[Emily]

I love this, Hannah (and needed a bit of sand and heat in the freezing fog today!!)

 

[Julie]

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!

 

[gbhunt]

Clever! Well done