Beached by John Short

She left him like a boat

when the tide has gone out,

sandbank hours; lost hope.

Stole his dreams to distant sea

and drowned them in the depths

but up there in obsidian sky

potential lay concealed

behind a cloud of blindness:

silver stars he couldn’t see.

He just couldn’t see.

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John Short lives in Liverpool (UK) after many years in Europe doing various jobs. Over 150 of his poems have now appeared in magazines and  webzines around the world. He's published four books: one of stories and three of poetry, the most recent being Those Ghosts (Beaten Track Publishing). In 2018 he was nominated for the Pushcart Prize by StepAway Magazine. He blogs sporadically at Tsarkoverse.