Sea Glass - For Joanna by Janey Bevan

November Prompt: Remembrance

​Hard hungry growling pain
flecked with the spittle of grief.
​The tide recedes and then recedes again.
 
Those eyes once soft and round
vacant and empty, staring.
Are there any memories to be found?                
 
Small girls, sharing school day
secrets. Forever friends you said
as we hid under coats in dark hallways.
 
Ah the thrill of the chase,
red haired boys in low slung cars.
Laughing, running from their sweaty embrace.
 
Pregnant bellies swollen,
we drink gin and laugh again,
feet up in the bar of The Malmaison.
 
Green glass smoothed by the sea,
cold and hard in my pocket.
The tide recedes and then returns to me.

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Janey Bevan is a writer for 64 years, only now trying to put pen to paper.