beach day & amber | by Pippa Russell

beach day
old soul
they won’t say
that you
will never be
young again
that you’ll grow
too tall
to be buried
waist deep
in the sand
that you’ll miss
skin reddened
sticky fingered
ice cream smeared
trading sea shells
like promise rings
puppy love
come and gone
with the tide
old soul
they won’t tell you
you’ll erode
with waiting
or that longing
for the horizon
is not better
than sitting still
in the sound

who let this man
look towards
the night sky
arms spread
throat bared
white grin wide
stars shining
in mirror dark eyes
who let me drink
from the fountain
of that sight
and him
shadow softened
and long
as the rolling fields
enough to stay fed
for a good long life
if i knew i’d ask for more
i’d beg them to
catch us up in amber
and never let the sun rise

Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram

Pippa Russell is a screenwriter, poet, avid science fiction fan, and the co-host of Adapt or Die, a podcast about adaptations. You can find her on Twitter at @russell_writes or @adaptordie_pod.