Beach house
We made a shelter on the beach that day –
do you remember? We walked the shoreline,
gathering driftwood, sea-smoothed, set it
just so, here and not there, building
our sea-shack. The undulations
of the wood let in the bleached
ocean light, and the shadows were knife cut.
Your gannet eyes peered through the cracks.
We sat, backs to the dunes, watching the sea,
the waves forming and folding. We ate yellow cake,
drank hot sweet coffee, warmed our cold hands,
until the tide turned, and the sea came in,
and we wound our way homeward through the dunes,
leaving our shelter for the waves to play with.
Sara McNulty has painted the bar purple, and is looking for poems about our dream homes. This isn’t quite that, but there may be something else later, so it will have to do for now. DVerse, always lives up to its name. Check it out.
Gorgeous, Sarah! Not many sea houses in the collection, but yours makes up for the lack 🙂
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Your imagery brings the seatang into my kitchen, I hear the waves. I long to walk along the sand.
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I much prefer infvtmarioe articles like this to that high brow literature.
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It reminds me of making sandcastles but on a larger scale.
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It was! It was big enough for children to sit inside. It was such a lovely day.
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I so remember building something out of driftwood .. wonderful
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A driftwood house is perfect for a sunny day at the beach, how nice
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Beautiful. A house of drift wood would suit me just fine. 🙂
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