Graveyard of Glass

-

Pure white foam rolls on grey, hard waters

As thunder crashes upon stoic waves

In her tomb by the sounding sea

-

Buried in layers of sand-fine jewels

Blessed with sprays of saline liquid

Birth at waters and death at shores

-

Slivers of cunning glass embedded in sand

‘Twas a trap for ignorant feet-flesh

Waiting, watching – trap jaw swiftness

-

And then they came

Pitter-patter, innocent laughter

Rushing through splinter-filled shores

-

And then they fell upon the graveyard of glass.

Author’s Note: Written during a trip to the Mediterranean. It was kind of stormy that day. Inspired by the Laughing Dinosaur, once again. Comments greatly appreciated.