A million grains whip on the breeze

to smash in your shin skin,

a thousand more mingle and eventually

line your sandwich tin,

How this beasted beach

Ingrains itself, swallowed down like

A crunching memory, to be

Carried inland and away from

sun filled days and

scoured sunburnt toes, wriggling

in wet through shoes,

clumped in abandoned socks

a forgotten childhood barnacled

On August rocks

Published by G Turner

Gavin Turner is a poet and writer of short fiction. He lives in North West England. Some of his work is published here on this site and more recently in other journals and publications.

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