for days

we walk the island


broken tennis rackets, tent poles

strange murmurs in the bushes


today is night without the darkness

rain falls like a whisper


we watch a grey mass of cloud

shift across the sky


and smoke damp cigarettes,

hold hands beneath trees


the fish and chip lady sings 'love me tender'

over the splutter of fat


my shoes fill with sand,

we fall asleep on the beach


in the morning we swim

the bluest, coldest sea


Ella Holcombe