The Undead On Broad Haven Beach…
White, fussy high cloud pushed in front of the warm May
Sun, weakening the summery effect across the huge expanse
Of Broad Haven’s flat beach, where a surprisingly strong wind
Cooled the skin.
After turning my gaze seaward, my eyes flickered astray
And saw the vile undead, their loathsome expressions enhanced
By the sun’s weakened gleam, one hateful, the green-haired other grinned
Drooling in sin…
Pete Ray
1st May 2025…
Two rock formations on the beach looked like monstrous undead creatures.
It was just my imagination, running away with me.
The Temptations sang it, I felt it…
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