Sandcastles

15.10.18

Here I pave,

prevail, pool

years of mental

labour, a mellow

drama. Plastic

ripple, technicolour

I feel a fakeness

I cannot react;

stick shells

on a grinning face

The sea wafts,

paints my head

and whispers:

“Good luck my love”

and I swim too.

Author's Note

Rough draft

Reviews

[Dom]

f**k i love this so much ! the mellow drama / melodrama thing is brill & just the language & structure throughout is so like right up my street. if someone asked me 2 describe the perfect poem i'd jus show them this. love the use of like pet names in quotes from an unnamed source & the way you've split it up into stanzas is sick as hell. love ya