With No Way Out Poem by james watkin

With No Way Out



Strip of beach narrows.
High tide; high cliff.
Unending as if
When toward night
Fell in on each side
Of both for fright.

Strip of beach narrows.
No gulls, forewarning!
Sun's gold path, mourning.
My own, is he
Turned back on, re-traced
Engulfed, sandy?

Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: beach,danger,summer,walking
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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