Field Notes By The Sea

 

Listen with the sea, curling over rocks,

Field notes for MN1

oyster, laid open with razor, and clusters of pink and bone white shells.

field notes for MN2

Listen with the Gulls, see them swiftly rise and fall, hear their call of freedom over footprints.

field notes for MN3

 

Sit upon a warming rock,

field notes for MN4

 listen to the tide, fill your spirit with the  lullaby,

 the heaving sigh.

Standing Stones

Standing stones

 

Shhhhh………listen,

said the sea.

Can you hear the ghosts of war on the tide,

carried back and forth

from other times, other centuries.

Rocks,

soaked in sorrow,

like tomb-stones littered on the shingle.

Who will save our souls,

cry the ghosts.