Sutton Hoo Helmet c/o the British Museum.
Sutton Hoo Sandman
So .. scrape softly, slowly,
beneath my arms.
Lovingly, gently, scoop
the sanded hills and
dips
around my planes
and bones.
Remember me?
This is the face
you loved
and stroked
beneath your
warm fingered hunger;
oh, not so very long
ago?
Now? Your whispered
breath
disturbs my rest,
and ancient grains of
sand
spill down my cheeks
as tears.
By Coral Durham ©2014
THE HAY WRITERS 