At one time or another we all send stones skipping across waves, trying to see how many skips we can get. It’s fun and oddly relaxing, though there is often a competitive element, watching waves, counting the skips. It’s also the light on water, the beach …
THE SKIPPING
ripples move out
and on to an edge 
where they curtsey
politely swing skirts
and subside
into sand
‘like this’ he says
as the stone leaves
snapping fingers
‘like that’ as the stone
touches touches again
eight nine times
until it slips
into a wave and ripples
spread …
To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.
