They danced on the beach with their hands down
“Fishies in the water, fishies in the sea
We all jump up with a one, two, three!”
But they never jumped.
They stayed and splatted their pink palms into the shallow pools of the sea.
The light gleamed on the water
As light always does to blue,
I felt like someone had stolen from me,
Like they had taken my handbag and never given it back.
And in my handbag
Rested a deep, purple crystal
which kept me safe from harm.
My red handbag,
Had a silver dome and gold clasps to keep me safe
But how could it ever keep me safe now?
Now that it is on some other lady’s shoulder, as she swishes about town,
Picking things up in the shops
then putting them down.
Wandering through the aisles
Smiling at the shop assistants.
She has long fingers.
Her nails are pink and white at the tips.
Her lips are red.
Her hair is long and wavy like the waves of the
She is wicked to have stolen from me.