sands resist
a permanent tenancy
at a spring tide
drift capriciously
lift
their shifts
reveal ghost slipways
from
the beach
stubbed out trails
lead to the sea
paths
from the past
footsteps
lost
a scatter of blue china
ridged & broken
tidal
memories
cascade reclaimed
lost again
shuffled rocked
folded & remade
ghost
slipways call
a song of water
siren’s
temptation
to
walk the slipway
to slink off our skins
become sea creatures
again
During the WW2 Occupation of Jersey, some granite
slipways were blocked by the Germans to fortify the coast. Sometimes the sand on the beach shifts to reveal
them again.
