The Salt Sea Winds

Where salt sea winds make their eerie sounds
and grey-green waves come crashing to the shore
and water washed pebbles tumble from obscurity
into an ever changing collage of muted colour

High on the shore, a beached starfish lies rigid in the sun,
greedy seagulls pick over empty oyster shells
Bobbly brown seaweed mingles with ribbons of green.
Chalky cuttlefish lie beside a shiny skate egg husk

One pebble, grey and white – with a gleam of light
shining through its centre, a shape, strangely soothing.

Rolled over in the palm of my hand its hard cold surface
seems like a symbol of something mystic, other worldly.

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