This week’s theme was inspired by this ring of sea glass, artfully arranged by some unknown beachcomber, on the picnic table at the town end of Sandwick’s shingle beach. I was entranced by the subtle colours which seemed to complement the February light perfectly.
So I looked for a poem to go with the picture and came across Flip flotsam by Edinburgh based poet, Elspeth Murray.
Anything less relevant to subtle sea glass and icy oceans is hard to imagine as it is about plastic flotsam in the
Indian Ocean but, well, I liked it so much that I wanted to share it:
Flip flotsam by Elspeth Murray
This is the beach
where the flip flops come
at the end of their
flip flop trip.
And where does a
flip flop trip begin?
the floor of a flip flop factory;
on the shelf of a flip flop shop;
or the foot of a flip flop fan?
And what snaps the strap
of each flip flop
that finds its flip flop fate?
a flip too far;
a flop too fast;
or a slip that
flapped it back?
And what does the sea say
when she sees another flip flop fall?
‘Oh, flip flop and flotsam
fair and foul,
I’ll freely float you all!’?
Or, do the waters, wavey and wide
curse each clutch of clutter
that comes on each tide
and storm up the sand
with curses that worsen
reproduced with the author’s permission
“With a strong record of collaborative work in education, health, business and the performing arts, Elspeth Murray is a writer who enjoys the unpredictable. Her poetry residencies have taken place in shopping centres, distilleries, international conferences, hospices and schools. Her workplace residencies feature in a 2008 BBC Radio 4 documentary Blood, Sweat, Tears and Poetry and a 2009 Third Way article Shall I Compare Thee To a Sunny Delight?”