• Joanna Seldon

  • Christmas Day 2012: Brighton Beach

    Crunch of pebbles – clean and sharp

    As this cold blue winter sky

    And your new red scarf tugging


    In the wind.  We are alone –

    Imagine indoor people

    Still picking on turkey –


    But we have come with a gift

    And stand, braced against the wind,

    Unlidding the wooden box


    As if we were the Magi.

    This does indeed hold treasure.

    You puncture the bag; the wind


    Snatches its gift.  And now,

    Like smoke, the precious ashes

    Stream along the beach, just as


    Not long ago, Toby ran,

    The crashing sea in his ears,

    As the puppy longs to do.