Scavangers
Full moons charted silver
journeys across two seas
footsteps sunk in waveswept sand
driftwood beached in awkward bends
white stones, seaglass, purple shells
culled in dreamy disregard
laid out like polished teeth,
glazed eyes, two violet shoes.
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Showing my non-techie stripes, unable to “reblog”, but it is up on my blog:
http://betterlies.blogspot.com.es/2015/10/scavengers-on-writers-for-calais.html
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Thanks Kymm. I hopeless at techie things xx Love this poem xx
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Reblogged this on smithsurf and commented:
Poem number 88: the Writers for Calais Refugees blog.
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