Curious
Snug in snorkel coats,
scarves and bobble hats,
studying bits of crab,
empty razor shells,
a brittle star and stuff
unidentifiable,
leftovers on the beach,
we're the last to leave,
both hooked like fish
by bits, by what remains.
Do ghosts wear overcoats?
I ask dad.
scarves and bobble hats,
studying bits of crab,
empty razor shells,
a brittle star and stuff
unidentifiable,
leftovers on the beach,
we're the last to leave,
both hooked like fish
by bits, by what remains.
Do ghosts wear overcoats?
I ask dad.
This poem is copyright (©) Phil Wood 2024
About the Writer
Phil Wood
Phil was born and lives in Wales. He studied English Literature at Aberystwyth University. He has worked in statistics, education, shipping and a biscuit factory. He enjoys watercolour painting, bird watching and chess. His writing can be found in various publications, including: The Wild Word, Autumn Sky Daily, Abergavenny Small Press, Ink Pantry, Ink Sweat and Tears, Streetcake Magazine and in a collaboration with John Winder.
