Step out.
Walk the golden footpath.
Transcend normality.
Shiny pebbles underfoot.
Grinding, then separating.
Threatening, pulling, wrapping around plimsoll-clad feet.
Waves teasing.
Follow on.
Step out.
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Beyond Southwold Pier
Posted byThe Silly-Savvy SalopianPosted inForty-Something Strange, Inspirational & Exciteable PoemsTags:beach, holiday, Indie, Memoir, poetry, Southwold, Suffolk
Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian
Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered. View more posts
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