Promptly Poetry - Book 3

Treasure in the Sand

Excuse me, if
I reflect too bright a light
if the sun glares at my oiled skin
I must compete with a billion billion
tiny sparkles, hand cut by timeless sea
they would capture every ray
and gleefully glitter
scattered so skillfully

In fact, I am out of place
bedecked in false reflections
a sequined imposter, a costumed pretender
trying to outshine nature
The sun bakes into my bones
deepens the rouge of my cheeks
The sea laughs and throws its treasures
on the shore



Week 43
12 lines

Image of a person on the beach in fancy dress and mask