Sonnet

Experimenting with poetical forms. I’m no Will Shakespeare, but here goes…

beachcombing

Freedom

Waves inward dance, enlaced with fringing foam,
Sand oozes up between bare wriggling toes,
Hat firmly anchored down upon my nose,
Beach-combing shell-strewn edge I roam.

Wind sings a siren song of sailing free,
Sun scatters light like glitter strewn,
Squabble of gulls, harsh, out of tune,
Odours of ozone, salt and sea.

This my escape from all that ties,
Freedom to run, to feel, just be.
This my salvation, here it lies,
The place where I can be simply me.

Shaking off cares and tasks that bind,
Freedom of heart and soul and mind.


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