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In an unruly, extravagant wild, weathered golden rocks crown a precious land. Bluebells burst through scrub, moss and brambles. Nests are built and slept in, oft times disturbed by approaching footsteps. The occupants rise up in … Continue reading
In this wind, Estuary waves crash like surfers on the sand. What news do they bring from far-away lands (from my notebook – May 13th) I’m sitting on a rock below the Power’s place where tumbled rocks, heaped upon each other, stay … Continue reading
Listen with the sea, curling over rocks, oyster, laid open with razor, and clusters of pink and bone white shells. Listen with the Gulls, see them swiftly rise and fall, hear their call of freedom over footprints. Sit upon a warming … Continue reading
4th February 2015 A bright winter sun, cut through with North wind chill. I sit with some discomfort below the wall made from rocks and stones. The tide is out. I feel it has taken you with it but I … Continue reading
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.
Will you listen with me, to the gusting breeze dashing over hawthorn bushes. To sea-smacks on the rocks below the cliff. To the hum of engines trawling the mist like a lost soul.