in among the wet sand and the stony places <br />live a million fallen memories, <br />blown away to lie rotting in the rock pools <br />like dead crabs. <br /> <br />under that soul-less sky with its deep frowning face <br />the muted light shines onto the green slime <br />and jellied condoms, <br />strippy weed <br />and tumbled plastic cups. <br /> <br />if you sit quietly and listen <br />you will hear the echoes of yesterday, <br />the words of lovers and families and children <br />that lay in almost silent death <br />among the still waters, <br />to be gathered by the tides, <br />sucked out to sea <br />and brought back again <br />to fester forever, <br />forgotten.<br /><br />rachael richmond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echoes-of-yesterday/
