Sand is resistant to your feet
and teases tight muscles in your thighs.
You brave the boisterous breeze
buffeting distinctive scents of salt and life.
Through a pall of blue spray
the sun burns bronze,
then vanishes altogether;
you close your eyes on the drab despair of weather.
Screaming gulls spill into the sea
and wind whistles,
reminders of the unpredictability
of time and space.
You stand firm as a lighthouse and embrace
the rippling in your clothes and hair.
You throw out your arms,
launch into the air,
sweep over fields and dunes,
singing soulful unearthly tunes,
baring your soul to earth and sky
in one liquid, sobbing cry.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
I’ve had such a busy day today, I didn’t have time to write a new poem so I’ve revisited and re-written a poem I submitted to Visual Verse last year.
At the beginning of each month, Visual Verse provides an image to inspire poets and prose writers, who then have an hour to write between 50 and 500 words. All of the work I have submitted has been unedited, so today I attempted to improve one of those poems by changing the perspective, shape, some line breaks and punctuation, as well as some of the vocabulary.