Poems by Jonna

There are places that never quite leave you—
even when the season changes,
even when the person does.

The shore is one of those places for me.

These three poems are written from the edge of something: love, memory, sea. They each carry fragments of summer nights. They hold salt-heavy silences and carry the imprint of touch that remains long after someone has let go.

I return to the coastline often in my writing. It’s not for nostalgia. I return for the truth it holds. What once was soft and close can harden. It can scatter and still be beautiful.

My Hair Got Caught

That summer night,
my hair got caught.
Tangled in your fingers 
like strands of salt.
Your thumb pressed my cheek -
blood rising underneath.

I thought you’d let go 
when autumn came.
But I still feel it,
pulling deep beneath my skin.

Over the Dunes

Burnt edges and broken hearts
sinking like tide in the waves.
You told me yours was mine to take
that stormy night on the beach.

You had taken it back years ago,
ripped it from my hand.
But it still bled, as your voice broke
over the dunes of the sand.

An Indent on My Wrist

I left summer behind,
sand still behind my toes,
footsteps swept up
by the waves.
Where our love once
took root and grew,
whispered between the dunes.
The beach keeps our secret still,
a lingering kiss on my lips.
An indent on my wrist,
where you took my hand
rests in stormy winds.

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These poems are part of an ongoing collection I’m working on, rooted in longing and transformation. The way love leaves its shape in us is also a key theme.

Thank you for reading.
If something in these lines spoke to you, I’d love to hear what stayed with you.

— Jonna

Links:

• Poems inspired by water, change and memory
• The Shore Poetry Journal

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