The Beach Aged Overnight

From far away,
the kids become silhouettes,
sand crabs
digging in the surf,
dried out dune grass,
glimmering clumps,
washed up seashells,

The beach aged overnight.
Scoliosis shoreline,
the seagulls, wrinkles
in the forehead’s thin sky,
greying temples,
a receding tidemark,
collapsed dunes of
loose, sagging sand.

I cup a few grains for a moment
before breezes
strip them from my hands.

© khartless 2022, All Rights Reserved


  1. I love this. Such a dramatic switch from youth to age but so eloquently represented in the beach scene. And then the word “strip” in the last stanza – it takes on a kind of violence even in the simpleness of your action. It’s really a beautiful poem.

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    • Thank you kindly, Worms. I remembered there were lots of scrawls in my journal from New Years, and this one, well, I do feel she’s special. A moment really, like all the rest, but beautiful and brief. Cheers.

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  2. Another stunning piece, as everyone’s already praised in far better words than mine. 😀 Wonderful contrast between the childhood innocence in the first stanza and the visceral ageing imagery in the second, the rumpled effects of time. Wonderfully written, K! ❤

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