She clasped her arms around her knees
burying her head in the sand of her thighs
listening to the ocean come
again and again to kiss her toes.
OR (revised version, bit twee maybe)
She clasped her arms around her knees,
head sunk in sandy thighs.
she listened to the ocean come,
in gentle beats to touch her feet
and kiss her twinkle toes.
[pfft ideally needs to be somewhere between the two]
Version 3 [gratitude to Deborah Love]
She gazed beyond her deformed legs,
watching tankers chuff and grumble,
…[bollocks her eyes are meant to be closed. Come back tomorrow]
The girl stood on the burning deck,
her hands holding a froggy,
they both jumped overboard to see,
and now they’re both just soggy.
[That’s enough of that. Write it properly tomorrow – Ed.]
Version 5 (sigh)
She clasps her arms around her knees,
listens to the ocean’s beat,
while waves repeat their cautious reach
up beach to kiss her toes,
then playfully retreat.
[No – Ed.]
Arms clasped around her knees,
listening to the ocean come,
again, again, to kiss her toes.
[you don’t know when you’re beat, do you? – Ed.]