The orange globe hung over the horizon ready to hand over the torch
To a waxing moon ready to watch over the cycle of disbelief and hope
An epilogue to old beginnings and fresh start to the calm of the evening
Ripples embraced the shore line of silent surrender in quiet composure
The bathers had taken their sunburn home for shower lotion and memories
Ice cream vendors had packed up their stalls for another season of soothing
Surf boards and wet suits were stored with striped loungers and parasols
Turrets gatehouses and drawbridges looked over moats for tides to resolve
Arrow slits had a last glance of dissolving rays onto solid keep’s sake
Inner wall curtain walls harbouring the chapel succumbed to imminent rise
Embattled prayers found places in souls and illusions of permanence
Stars mingled with comets on the canvass of ways milking the future
When the floodgates opened Tim only had a short stroll to his beach hut
Another night of solitude waited for sweet dreams and whirls of sands
Categories:
gatehouses, change,
Form: Free verse