Walking With Her (Theme: At the Beach) by Jo Dingle

Salt bleached, barnacled belt

her sun streamed marram grass hair

she’s dog happy in the shifting dunes

when the skylark takes her prayer

The sun sinking on razor clam stilts

an audience of clouds across her bay

she’s casting her high tide flotsam runes

from the wilderness of her play 

She’s filling her estuary, a full slow tide

sliding the weight of her stealth

into her yielding banks that drink

the salt basking flood of herself