written by: Marie-Louise McGuinness
Glittering waves in hues of grey,
crash loudly upon the sandy floor,
leaving fine doilies of bubbling foam,
perfect in their construction,
like delicate webs from a spider,
or a doting grandmother’s crocheting,
displayed proudly for
just a moment,
before being swallowed wholly
in the next greedy gulp,
of a seaweed mouth
spitting forth frothing, salted saliva
to create perfect new patterns,
like lacy snowflakes,
that melt on eager tongues
of excited children.
like all good things.
Marie-Louise McGuinness hails from rural Northern Ireland and writes from a sensory perspective.
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