Mikaela Castledine #254 My childhood

My childhood lies here

wrapped in the salty softness of sleep

under the gorse sharp leaves

in the twig stick hollows

it is the sleep of long walks and uphill pedalling

of swallowing the wind

of pocketing

of shell sifting

the savoury sleep of good eating

of vinegar and baking

under the brandishing blue

in the cupping sandstone 

the sleep of those who fish in the rippling dark

who swim translucent

and rough towel

who go sandyfooted to bed regardless

and wake blinking into the sun

under blanketing  tide

in the brine bright morning