Beaching, by Marsha Mathews
Marsha Mathews
BEACHING
Some call whales who beach themselves
a mystery, but I don’t know why.
White sand glows, iridescent.
Gulls toss weightless shadows against it.
Waves lap it,
leave wriggles of wine-colored sea weed strewn
sparks of cowries, whelk shells.
Sandpipers dart into foam
billowing like veils, glistening.
Every morning the beach meets
a new spectacle as the sun pushes
color into sky: orange,
pink, teal, blue, so many shades
of blue; and goes out trailing
lavender like kite tails.
I like both Giraffe Women and Beaching. Bravo!
Cliff Browder
December 8, 2012 at 9:57 pm
Hi Cliff,
Thank you for the thumbs up on “Beaching”! Yor comments, and those
of others help me to carry on with my next book, BEAUTY BOUND.
(A few years away, I fear).
Marsha Mathews
January 18, 2013 at 3:27 pm