Tidal Flows

Rush onto the shore, wave of might

and crush those who stand in your way.

Sounds coalesce amongst the stones

sending shivers down my spine up to

my brain where they are electrified.


Technology of Timbers hewn from

giant redwoods driven into sand where

the tide kisses and surrounds twice

a day according to the moons whim.


Rock Pools wither and dry under the

days sunlight and creatures hide beneath

stones awaiting mothers return. A casual

poke of a nascent mind alters the chaos within.


The solid ground host a teaming flora where

life exists in  full colour. Still the brown seaweed

polyps rise and then fall like the canopy of the

forest that is the ocean wide.



Published by Andrew Mark Watkins

Self-taught artist and writer

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