On Burnham Beach, on the Tide She Comes
I wrote this poem in response to a writing challenge set by Ann aka, annart.hubpages.com.
Ann has kindly allowed us the use of an image of her painting, ' Burnham Beach,' Hubpages writers were challenged to create a story/poem that captures the artist's work in words.
For the purpose of this challenge only, the writers are permitted to use the photo with appropriate attribution.
Wish you Were Here
Grey Stratus blanket roofed the sky
Like wings of angels passing by
The celestial beam lit the way
Beyond the waves where Mary lay
She comes each day to catch the tide
That trapped and snared her joy and pride
At water's edge, he used to play
On Burnham beach in ocean spray
Stock doves roar from the Western knoll
As Mary stalks another soul
Dead Icy hands caressed small feet
And one more tragedy repeat
The mighty surge began to rise
As fear and panic polarise
She lures with gifts of pearly shells
Enticing kids with tricks and spells
Awaken from her miry grave
A hunter waits beyond the wave
A human child the spirit crave (s)
The one she lost and could not save
'Twas on this day one year ago
A pain no mother should endure
When folly reaped the tidal wrath
She took a dark and endless path
From Burnham beach to ocean wide
Horrified, how the people cried~
They say she's drifting with the tides
Beneath the salty brine, she hides
Beneath the waves she waits.
A Challenge By Annart
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© 2014 Jo Alexis-Hagues