Flipflop
by and published in Edition Six of Pomegranate
I lost my sandals on Immesouane beach.
The current just swept
Both shoes away.
A Moroccan fishing town;
Clean lines of surf into a wide-cliffed bay.
At the centre of one straight road
Men regarded him,
Sandaled feet pricked and still,
A cardboard tepee
Tented on the slim torso
And a woman in black
By intention or accident.
She was no mother I could recognise.
A red flecked
White van
Was off the kerb
And no one was crying.
We foreigners drove by.
Sudden then,
Road-whim;
Flipflop like folding card
Or a closing pack of cigarettes.
After all, it was a fishing village;
A death smell in the sands.
Josh Roche
Josh Roche is a 19 year old student reading English with Creative Writing at Warwick University. He’s been published in Brittle Star Magazine, Equinox Magazine and the broadsheet of Agenda. Generally he travels when he can and works when he has to.