Poem sponsored by the lovely jjhunter

[untonuggan]

jjhunter  has graciously requested that I share this with everyone, so here is her poem from the recent crowdfunding. (I went slightly over on line count, because the poem needed it.)

Across the Atlantic

To form the perfect castle using memory and sand:
a brisk day by the English seaside,
too rocky and cold to swim;
yellow bucket, salty water, fickle cloud;
a just-met cousin to help build the walls,
a teasing boy cousin to knock them down;

at last, a Kodak moment when all gather proudly
before gran and mum and aunties
to show the fine moat and walls they have built:
defenses against unknown invaders,
useless against the impending tide
and ravages of memory, time;
until one day a bright picture brings back the tang
of salt tears as the sea took the castle home.

by untonuggan 
sponsored by jjhunter donation's been sent
a poem on memory
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