Seaford Beach

Broken shells crunched under my callous feet
skin worn, an old tyre.

The sand swelled, greedy for each step
swallowing, a reptile.

The sea drowned the foot holes
the foaming scum welded.

Cuttlefish bones scattered
no headstones.

Monochrome pebbles sewn together
smooth like a vultures head.

Broad cliffs blackened by rain
with gaps, missing teeth.

We had walked for miles
no care for the aging sky.

We skimmed rocks over the froth
like a pint of Guinness.

I remember your smiling face
reflecting the cracks of drift wood.

The bitter wind couldn’t chill you
the black and white wouldn’t faze you.