I Was Here

 

To be the first to walk across the golden

sand in the morning, to leave a footprint

pressed into the sand like a memo

I was here

as the sun beams down

and the quiet, golden silence

of the morning is a secret held

by me alone, imprinted on my mind,

my shoes dangling at my side

sand clinging to my wet feet,

and I wish, that I was there again.

That Wetsuit Smell

The smell of the wetsuit brings it back –

the cold early mornings,

the sunsets watched from the water

shivering in a carpark as it grew dark

and bundling wet things into plastic bags.

The smell of wetsuit lingers

on my skin longer after it’s peeled away

and all that’s left are aching muscles.

It brings back the memory

of water swirls around my feet

sails raised up into the wind

as we push our boards into the sea.

Sunrise Over Tonbridge [Creative]

The sky begins to pale

over the black landscape

that is hidden from my eye.

The train rumbling through the countryside

doesn’t give it a second thought

and the passengers are silent

eyes closed or staring at screens.

In the passing towns, lights twinkle

and the shapes of roofs are visible.

Deserted stations lie, frost

on the platforms, doors slide open

to admit the lone traveller.

The sun rises somewhere in the distance

unseen from the train.

 

Leaving [Creative]

It’s hard to believe that it’s time to go

that this time tomorrow it will all

feel like a dream

that I can’t quite remember.

Now, this reality seems more

than anything else – the rest of the world

doesn’t quite exist

out the corner of my eye.

For me, the river, the boats

the narrow streets and the dreamers charm

seem more real

than anything else in this world –

and elsewhere might as well

not quite exist anymore.

 

Coffee, A Wetsuit – and not much else // Short Story

I had been driving all night. My only thought was of coffee. I needed it and I needed it fast, or I was going to fall asleep at the wheel. I couldn’t even take in the little Cornish cove that I had pulled up in front of as I was drawn towards the only source of caffeine I can see. The small cafe is only just putting out the signs, but as I stumble towards it, I don’t care. I can’t even process the fact that I had arrived in Cornwall at long last.

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