Trespass …


Beneath my feet the silent sand

betrays my presence on the shore.

My steps compress the burning grains

to hollow, high-arched spoor.

Soon the hungry sea will track me down

devouring my impress;

the huntsmen of the jealous moon,

the tides,

will hide my last trespass.

On white-plumed steeds they ride

with relentless certainty;

erasing any careless trace I leave

of this intruder, me –

and there beneath the cobalt sky

reclaim her ancient land,

this unsullied, untouched, wave-washed,

pristine, silver-spangled sand.

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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4 Responses to Trespass …

  1. Shermeen says:

    What a pleasant, refreshing and novel thought. I love it πŸ™‚

  2. atomsofstars says:

    Thank you very much, Shermeen .. I’m delighted that these lines have a great appeal for you … it’s the sea, isn’t it? πŸ™‚

  3. Shermeen says:

    It’s the sea, yes, but the thought is all yours and so beautifully dressed in just a few words! I shall never again walk on a beach without remembering this πŸ™‚

  4. atomsofstars says:

    Thank you, Shermeen … on a beautiful and deserted beach I can’t help feeling that I am an intruder πŸ™‚

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