Poetry: Walk Along The Beach


Warming currents of air

lift up your memories

as never quite before.

Exposed now and bare,

lying in tatters just out of reach,

like dying embers

of driftwood washed up on the beach

scattered where they fell,

still and resting finally

from the last rising swell.

Where do we go from here?

Should never have begun that affair.

A phrase enters your head;

a word spoken out of place.

Shouldn’t have come back.

It was a mistake from the start

to think it might actually work.

The suspicion is it won’t.

The early days of spring;

perhaps the chance

for a new beginning.

Nothing’s a waste of time,

if it adds to the process of learning.

The bitter cold

of the last few months

is slowly receding.

Perhaps today a coat needn’t be worn.

Step out as if it’s the last time.

Take a walk back along the beach.

Re-trace your thoughts with your steps.

Throw some light on your experiences.

Perhaps enlightenment will come in time.

It’s doubtful in truth.

Another walk is needed.

Make a mental note to do it soon,

before the crowds arrive with summer

and disperse the gathering gloom.

Andy Botterill was born in Newent, Gloucestershire, and attended Exmouth Community College. He graduated with a history degree from Swansea University, before studying journalism at Cardiff Metropolitan University. He worked as a journalist for a number of years, before moving into arts administration, and has worked variously at an arts centre, arthouse cinema and theatre. His poetry and short stories have appeared widely in the small presses in this country and abroad, and he has published a number of minor collections of poetry. As a musician he has released six solo studio albums, available on iTunes, and many more with bands, as well as running the independent record label, Pastime Records. Five of his earlier novels and a play are available on Kindle. Andy Botterill is married with two children.