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Washed up on the beach

Updated: Dec 28, 2019

I am standing alone on the beach.

My tears ripped away by the wind

The beach is empty, it is dark,

The tide is out. The sea is a distant roar.

In time it should come back.

If only our lives would follow such a certain tack.


An Oystercatcher my only companion on this Winter night

It's lonely call desperate and hollow on the wind as it takes flight

The bay at St Helier stretches left and right.

The Christmas lights follow the coast at the edge of the beach

they promise much but like the stars remain beyond reach.


Out in the darkness, la mare, there are distant lights.

Their constant warning a glimpse of what lies ahead.

If only this sailor had headed their call, avoided the Sirens,

not been washed up at all.


Then you would not be at her mercy no would I

Dragged offshore to wherever she takes you

Drowned by the force of the waves that strike

the only constant of this bitter fight


We had so little time at the funfare today.

A few stolen moments as I tried to reach out

to grab your hand and rescue you from the growing storm.

When you were all too soon swept away

I prayed you would look back and see

Not the monster you expected but the real me.


You never looked back too busy staying afloat

growing more distant more remote

As I look out across the bay, I have been here before

all washed up on the beach desperate to help you but you are out of reach.




GMP 22.12.05

Following an hour with you and Clare W at the Funfare. Not fun not fair

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