Beachcombing by Christopher Chaffin

The Blue Hour

At high tide, the sea ejects
foam and glass fishing floats.
We wait for the waters to recede,
tiptoe around anemones and crabs;
I spot a small green globe.
She says it belongs to a Japanese goddess,
her eyes plucked out by a vengeful lover
and cast into the deep.
I see only an old sake bottle
crafted into a sphere,
etched with sand and netting patterns.
Tomorrow, I will look for agates
while she searches for the goddess’s other eye.

Christopher Chaffin’s poems have appeared in print journals and anthologies. his blog of original poetry can be found at

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About cjchaffin

Wordsmithing is my passion. I eat, sleep, and breathe words and phrases, only to regurgitate them and pray that they are better off than when I first ingested them.
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2 Responses to Beachcombing by Christopher Chaffin

  1. quixilated says:

    I love this!!! He sees stones and shells and bits of glass and she sees a mystical ancient world. That’s exactly how it is. 🙂

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