Soft as a
he brushes my eyes
wafts past on a scent
intoxicates
makes senses dull
and mind lax
this breeze is
also my breath
in and out, in and out
like the waves
that shangle at ocean’s edge
I am washed ashore
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
I’m finding it a lot easier to paint waves in acrylics compared to watercolours, you can overpaint to get frothy foam.
Shingle
Lying on shingle, hat over face
Having wriggled a hollow in the stones
Dry crackling thumps from breaking waves
Fill my ears
White noise with a heartbeat that matches my own
Muscles melt in the sun
Flow into the beach
The high tide has stopped three feet from my toes
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
