The Beach Glass Gatherers Poem by Gordon R Menzies

magpie eyed and clever, deft fingered
girls gathering the blue-green fragments
worn smooth in countless sands, like
blue shards of broken hearts falling there
lake water breezes lifting their skirts
pale limbs above the sun kissed gold, and
their hair, various, spilling over cheek and brow
in search of Parting Glasses shattered
there, the beach glass gatherers, sadly
sifting shifting sands for forgotten memories
hoarding them after without even knowing
what toasts were sung in the smashing
saving the glitter in tall water glasses
in girly, lavender scented bathrooms, with
dried flowers and gifted jewellery, like
offerings brought before their mirror