The prompt for today was to write a sea shanty... and I tried, honestly, I did. But rhyming and structure aren't much my thing so I went with a seaside setting instead.
Spoilt
scummy foam
gathers in the rockpool
as the tide
slithers back to
where it came from
the child squats at
the puddled
seawater, scoops
out the foam
because it makes
the pool look dirty
she thinks it must
be pollution
--soapy scum from
residential bathrooms
houses on the
cliff tops
she squints up at
them in disgust
How could they do
this?
It might kill the fish,
the crabs,
the anemones.
she can’t let that
happen
handfuls of foam
sit popping
slowly,
disappearing on the sand
childhood
indignation left to dry in the sun
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