Travel Shorts

A tide washed out

A tide washed out and revealed
beneath it bodies.
Rolled up like henchmen
guarding an underwater universe.
Their colours said welcome
against the iron gravel
that mimics sand.
Their cries leave a scar
in the ocean floor.
And little jewels of ash
scattered
like starry nights;
burned into the water
and its collective memory.

I wrote this one after a dream I had involving a tide washing out and leaving behind it bodies. In the dream these bodies were left after many suicides had taken place from a horseshoe shaped cliff resembling a bay on the South coast of Cornwall between Mevagissey and Pentewan. I think I prefer the poem without any explanation as it leaves it open for interpretation. I think it implies a tragedy related to water, perhaps Pearl Harbour or more recently the tsunami in Asia.