Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 357

Troon Beach in Snow

Collie-coloured with snow and seaweed,
the beach plays fetch with the winter crowd.
Snowy hackles raised by last night’s frost,
children tug the fur to snowballs,
or smooth it with their sledge,
parents always close at heel.
Teenagers romp in puppy games,
throwing themselves like sticks
through a ruff of waves,
their flesh driftwood-pale against a litmus sky,
where the heavens blend to sunset.

Rowena M Love

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