A modest submission from my 11 year old Caitlin, and a poem from her Twin Sister on the same venue.
A Day On Cuttyhunk
by Abigail Smith (c) 2009
I remember a day,
one where sunlight
shone, lemon-gold.
Glinting off the
water, sea-foam
and spray.
Wind whipped back our hair,
as we climbed the rocks.
Tripping, falling on my
knees, I land
Facefirst, into a tidal pool.
Anemones waving their
Fragile limbs, silver
fish darting in a frenzy.
You pause, laughing, as I
get up again. Boats
in the harbor, warm
white sand studded with shell and stone,
The shrieking children
in the water, it reflects
in your chocolate eyes.
Mine are azure, exactly
like the sea. So unlike twins,
So we are, so we be.
Climbing up more rocks, seeing
the red-brown seaweed uncurl, revealing
A pink shell.
Curled at the edges, sunk into the
sand like an old relic of some past time.
Warm sunlight touches it, your browned skin cradling it.
Stark contrast to the ivory sand.
White-topped swells carries the boat away, we both see
Looking back, an island
Slowly shrinking like a pebble thrown in a pond.
Your salt encrusted hand around the rail, leaning,
my hands in my lap. We remember
Playing in the water, screaming
As the boat we were in overturns.
Ice cream and burgers under the sun
the scent of salt and fish wreathing
the aroma of our food.
Tired nights, many yawns, gentle sleep,
a movie or two.
A bonfire with marshmallows
Under the stars.
Lemon-amber sun touches the ocean,
turning it as gray as tomorrow.
Lemon-amber sun sinks down
Deep, turning the sky pink.
As pink as the shell in your hand.
I remember, a day in July.