I threw my pain away one day
A thing of torture
Me its slave
A steady hand and
Plop! it went
In the Thames
Its life all spent
Free at last! My heart leapt fast
A cormorant looked on afar
Down to depths I’ll never know
The thing sank near
Swallowed whole
The next day I returned to see
The tide was out
Only shallows
And there upon the vast shoreline
And there upon the vast shoreline
A black and shiny small device
My reach had not stretched very wide
A futile last throw of the dice
In the debris there it lay
The very thing I yet would crave
Glistening in the wet sunshine
The metal gleamed as if it smiled
Far beyond my human grasp
It hides submerged with one more gasp
And so I’m plagued with yet more stress
Each time I pass this tidal stretch.
A mobile phone that never dies
Come to haunt me on the tide.
(words and image copyright Sally Gethin 2011)
(words and image copyright Sally Gethin 2011)
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