BROADSTONE

A wee childhood reminisce from my childhood, which is always a dangerous thing for me 😱. The Broadstone is a stony beach at my home town of Stranraer, South West Scotland.

BROADSTONE

The loch was in the wind,
Sea-salted and sharp
As a razor shell. 

We inhaled it all,
Filled our lungs until
Our breath bled the sea.

The tide broke like glass,
Thrown upon the boulders
Of the Broadstone.

We were fragile,
Still, we dared the waves,
The way youths always do.

Yet, even then we felt
The sands crumble,
To flow beneath our feet.

And so we left,
Each to their own shore,
By the same relentless sea. 


Derek Ross