Found in ‘We lying by seasand’ by Dylan Thomas
Lying in a yellow grave
of yellow sand
and grave sea,
silent tide lapping
hollow yellow
alcove of words
between water storm
and desert, we wish
for wind to blow away
our ills, cure them
with golden weather
and a one-coloured
yellow cicada calm.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 