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Saturday Centus … the Hound

August 11, 2012

Tide ebbed from the east we walked westward.
Looking to where the sun lowered into the sea.
Squinting, seeking along the saltern sand
Walking wading at the water’s edge.

The hound bounded in swirls; hither and thither.
His fleshy mouth scooping the  surface of the sand.
The tip of his tail twitched triple time.
His stride lengthened leaping towards the driftwood

Thrown; it breaks the mirror images of  the evening cloud
that billows over the Northdowns and scurry southwards.
Lone seagulls strutt and search in debris; for morsels left by the tide.
Swoop into the dunes and laugh at the foolish hound

2 Comments leave one →
  1. August 26, 2012 8:30 pm



    How did you do this?

    You took that silly picture and made it all deep and dramatic.

    I’m totally impressed.

    This was some seriously cool imagery.

    Pun intended!

    Brilliant writing.

    • August 26, 2012 9:41 pm

      Jenny I do deep and dramatic I wish I could be light and spontaneous … I have ‘done better’ this week hehehe xx

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