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Cefn Sidan Beach – Alex Grehy

Cefn SIdan Beach

Cefn Sidan Beach

The dunes curl and undulate like wet macaroni,
a carnival of textures, mutable, moulded by weather,
the sky painted by a moody artist, unable to decide
between the fire of dawns and the cool grey rain-washed
clouds, black-edged and lumpy like ribbons of seaweed,
scrawling the alphabet of the seasons across the rare
blue sky, unctuous as olive oil when its azure song echoes
above the picknickers on the beach; part of a grand opera,
luscious, piquant and intoxicating as the rum cake grandma
used to bake, years before we scattered her ashes on the shore,
to become part of the puzzle that is the beauty of Cefn Sidan,
celebrating, we count grains of sand, each generation in its place.

Bio – Alex Grehy is inspired by the natural world around her; her imagination making unique connections which are expressed in vivid prose and thought-provoking poetry. Her work is available worldwide via a range of publishers including Gnashing Teeth, Red Penguin Collections and Short Edition. Alex lives in the UK and delights in narrowboating, singing, chocolate and her pack of rescue greyhounds. You can read more of Alex’s words via her blog: http://idealreaderblog.wordpress.com/
Twitter: @indigodreamers
Facebook: alex.grehy.7

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