Saturday, 8 August 2015

Island Constructed

You are the sea; salt wind
And endless in your pursuit of sandy cove.
You are seaweed and waves
Rushing at the shore.

I am the land; craggy
Rocks and fields of tilled earth,
Until in your sight I become beach
Welcoming your approach.

Within me you will find safe harbour
And in your embrace

 I become an island.


  1. Have you read Pete's post about The Plover?

    1. I have now. I must confess that I have never heard of Brian Doyle.


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