The promise of cool salt sting as we undress. Shingle underfoot, I hobble to the water’s edge, inch forward painfully until the wave wash pulls the pebbles under me and I stumble in. The shock
The promise of cool salt sting as we undress. Shingle underfoot, I hobble to the water’s edge, inch forward painfully until the wave wash pulls the pebbles under me and I stumble in. The shock of it. The water up, up, over ankles, calves knees, clenched thighs, up, up, over groin, waist until there is nothing for it but to fling myself forward into its breath-stopping embrace.
Beth Brooke
Beth Brooke is a retired teacher. She now lives in Dorset, close to the wonderful Jurassic Coast. Her debut collection is due to be published by Hedgehog Press next year.