A Beach

                                      A Beach

                      A beach I know became unreal.
                      A Northern wind, ice, sand. Surreal.
                      The Bay's cold spray on flesh it fed.
                      Another beach I thought I tread.

                      The wind it fought to have my place;
                      it shrieked at me, then cut my face.
                      Its sandy knives, it threw; I bled.
                      Another beach I thought I tread.

                    Sand, wind and salty spray- the beach.
                    It threw itself beyond its reach.
                    I kept my pace; I kept my head.
                    Another beach I thought I tread.
                     
                    The beach- a life that changed so much.
                    The loss of hope in all it touched.
                      I spun around as my voice said
                    "Another beach I thought I tread."


This was written for Poetic Patterns II-assignment# 6-The Kyrielle

Kyrielle- a French verse form in short, usually octosyllabic, rhyming couplets. The couplets are often paired in quatrains and are characterized by a refrain that is sometimes a single word and sometimes the full second line of the couplet or the full fourth line of the quatrain