Surf Coast- Boxing Day 2015 A poem by John Bartlett

Sketched upon the Cartridge

Of this morning’s beach

Wavering charcoal lines

Searching for a story

Scribbled by retreating tides.

Leaves, bark chips, small pieces of blackened timber

Not quite destroyed

Just baked in one explosive curse

Of fire and angry flames.

Charred too at the edges

Are memories

Of long summer afternoons

Of tinkling glasses on shaded verandas

Of laughter and of children’s voices

Echoing in the dunes

Of watching kookaburras,

Voyeurs on tall branches.

These private moments too

Sucked into the furnace

Reduced to ash

Wind-blown now

Across the sand.

‘You only live once’

Laughed the man with the blue surfboard

As he strode across the ash-strewn beach

To where the patient sea

Still waited.

 

 

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John Bartlett  is an author of two novels and a collection of short stories.

Two of his novels are currently under consideration as TV mini-series.

In Dec 2017, his non-fiction, already published in magazines and newspapers since 2000, was released as an e-book, ‘A tiny brilliant light’.

He regularly blogs at: http://beyondtheestuary.com/ 

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