A Short Walk
After three months of no wine, my cholesterol reading went up. Perhaps I should stop eating chocolate biscuits, or embrace the fact that drinking wine might be good for me. I decide that a spot of exercise wouldn’t go amiss, so I walk from the house, along the country road, cut in at the summer camp and along the beach as far as the Doctors house. It’s a short walk but it’s a fine day and with my back towards the setting sun, I sit on a dry mound of sand where grasses in scattered bunches grow indiscriminately. It is a good place to be still for a while. The tide is out; children chase playful dogs, their laughter carries smiles and happiness enough for everyone. People are walking the long stretch of yellow sand, some alone, some in groups, their voices drift into late afternoon.
As the sun sinks further into the west, walkers leave for home, families pack up their belongings, reluctant children beg for a little more play. The light is changing; the beach is becoming more of what it really is. Go quickly now or stay.
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There is a gazebo at the end of the garden. It overlooks the estuary. When the tide is in, sea water pools around seaweed covered rocks. The sound is peaceful, meditative. I drink an early morning coffee, listen to the birds singing morning songs, watch a spider spin his fragile life between timber beams above my head. Even in the harshest of winters, the rise and fall of tides, sun-light on water, movement of sky, cloud, moon and stars, allows an awareness of nature behind the mask of perceived reality. I offer my words and pictures in celebration and gratitude to God, for allowing me a glimpse behind the mask.
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Bio: Teri Flynn was born in Wales of Welsh and Irish Parents. Educated in England, she moved to Co.Waterford, Ireland in 1997 where her Poetry has since appeared in “The Turning Tide” – an anthology of new writing from Co.Waterford. “Southward” The Journal of the Munster Literature Centre and “Imagine” The Tallow Writers Group quarterly review. Her poetry appears in “Sticky Orchard”, a group effort with Alan Garvey, Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill and grant assisted by Waterford County Council’s Arts Grant Scheme. “Listening To The Grass Grow” with Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill was published by Edward Power at Rectory press and most recently, in ‘Murmurings’, Remembering Anthony O’Neil, with Jim O’Donnell and Alan Garvey.
Her poem Queen Of The Sea was included in the Chesapeake Exhibition at RUH, Bath, 2011. Figurehead Carver, Andy Peters. Photographic display of Ship’s Figurehead Carvings by Richard Sibley – http://www.tallshipsgallery.com
A themed display of her oil paintings and poems entitled Cynefin, were on display in Waterford during The Imagine Festival in 2017. Cynefin-pronounced kuh-nev-in is a Welsh word meaning habitat or place. A place where a being feels it ought to live, where nature around you feels right and welcoming.
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Nice photo it reminds me of the poem by Lewis Carroll, The Walrus and the Carpenter.
“A pleasant walk a pleasant talk along the briny beach”
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Thanks for your comments Rich and I love the quote by Lewis Carroll, wish I wrote that.
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