King of the Sea

The rusty old shack

On the edge of the beach

Wasn’t much to behold


It was once green

Vibrant on the shores edge

Now it was brown


Corroded by salt

And spray

And blustery winds from afar


The wooden door

Stripped of its paint and the sign

Which once adorned it


Inside the padlocked hut

Sat ropes and floats

And heroes of old


Retired and beaten

Looking out at the seas

Where they were once Kings


Alex Price

Alex Price is a Primary Teacher and father of two, living in St Helens, England. He has a degree in creative writing from LJMU and writes poetry and short stories inspired by the world around him. When he isn't writing, he can be found rock climbing or being climbed on by his children.