Barefoot Sand

Black_beach

Solitary Spirituality

Barefoot Sand

 

There is no soft sand

on my black beach

There is no brass band

to walk behind purple banners

They’re long gone

~

Uncaring, grey and cold

my northern sea

Broken, no longer bold

the people on my black beach

Coal dust not sand between my toes

yet I remember Lindisfarne

 ~

A murder of crows

a ruined abbey

delicate print of her toes

cascading laughter

disappears under the endlessly caressing tide

lindisfarne

Lindisfarne ~ the Holy Island

 

by Jack Collier

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2 responses

  1. Thank you so much, I try to write poetry, sometimes…

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  2. akismet-8b1cbbe482b9f78c7cb39488eab92a4d

    I love poetry and this was just beautiful. very evocative.

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