Ice On Mawgan Porth Beach…
As the bright morning glinted
On the flushing, incoming tide
My boots crackled, splintering
A gossamer thin layer of beach ice
Beneath the blinding morning glare
Of sunlight, at which early spring was hinted.
Obscurely I jogged on snapping sand
And boot-surfed across the ice,
Skidding, sliding, just two metres spanned,
Thus crushing it all in a trice…
Pete Ray
Mawgan Porth beach, 23rd February, 2018.
There was frost on some dry sand.
Some wet, damp sand had become coated with very thin ice which crackled beneath my boots.
I ran and slid, like on an icy pavement in my childhood…
Loved it…
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