what would it be like to drown? Water sloshing in my ears, everything black. Wobbly. Cold and useless you said.
Would I wash up on the beach? Seaweed laced between my toes, a mannequin. A soft toy. Drenched and dead you said.
Would someone save me? Hurl my floppy body out the sea like a wreckage. Lay one on my sand-splashed lips you said.
Would you miss me? I'm too much of a scaredy-cat anyway. Think I'll watch the sun sink with you instead, you said.
Written: August 2014. Explanation: A poem written in my own time, and another that is part of my ongoing beach/sea dream couple series, the last of which was 'Lighthouse.' This piece was partially inspired by Stevie Smith's poem 'Not Waving, But Drowning.' Feedback is always appreciated.