Captured

walking hand in hand
stones scrunch
munch sound...

whilst eider ducks
bobbing up and down on the waves nearby
gossip about

the wind trying to steal your hat, that
you now hold to your head tightly
in lady-like defiance of the elements

and my coat sleeves flapping like blue sails
as I reach out to stroke your cheek...

smiling

(cLiCk)

I come out of the cold sea-
trousers rolled above my shivering ankles
to where you're stood watching, holding my boots and socks
on the pearly quartz shore of St. Ninian's bay

both of us unaware

of your father's secret lens...