Beachwalking – A poem for Kreative Kue

This poem was written in response to the Kreative Kue challenge by Keith Channing on his blog, Keith Kreates, see his post here:

https://keithchanning.wordpress.com/2019/03/25/kreative-kue-212/

 

 

I walk along the beach at dawn

Wandering freely without much care

Of where I place each foot, forlorn

And heavy, wondering why I linger there.

 

I glance to see a foggy tendril

A whispering ghost of gossamer wing

I hear a voice, I stand and tremble,

It is my name the Angels Sing.

 

There, by the sea, a corpse is lying,

I rush to help, too late, and yet

I give a breath, then stop trying

My eyes fall upon a piece of Jet.

 

The blackest stone of mourning loss

I see its glimmer and watch it shine.

This gem reveals much with its gloss.

The Gem and body, both are mine.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 25/March/2019

 

I have also included the following prompts:

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/25/your-daily-word-prompt-gossamer-march-25-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Corpse

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/03/25/rdp-monday-jet/