I have a beach hut and I've been spending the weekends there just looking at the sea. I am also a confirmed watcher of people and this is how the poem below came about. It happened pretty much as described.
from the blue sack she produces her phone
they selfie against a backdrop of incoming tide
they turn to document the six yellow roses
they had just cast into the sea
but the blooms are lost in the swell
which constantly baptises the rocks
no seventh wave today
the water is relentless
after they turn and go
I search for the flowers
and spot one
small amid the diamond surfaceI do not know what the two people were commemorating, but it seemed to me to warrant a poem.
Here is Annabelle Chvostek, rumour has it she is touring the UK next year, I can't wait.Until next time.