The Curse of Plastic

Thanks to Colin Will for publishing my poem Desecration on Poetry Scotland’s Open Mouse website earlier this year. I took the following photograph while doing a Beached Bird survey for the RSPB.









Waves wash

over the wintry shore.

Worm casts punctuate sentences

along lines of sea- sculpted texts.

Waves wash

higher reaches, shining pebbles

polished smooth by years of tumbling,

glisten with salty gel alongside sea glass.

Waves wash

these gems of blue, green, brown,

that lie waiting to be gathered;

our treasure amongst detritus.

Waves wash

ubiquitous plastic used by man then

washed up on every shore. Those

bright colours belying a deadly outcome.