The Sea’s waves
Fat
Heavy with the Moon’s oily light
Moon glow seaside Bundoran
Ginger rimmed
Caked in winter’s corona of cloudy night
The town glows too
From above seen
The waves take on the pores
Of skin swept sea
All held firm this
Extra
Given
Night
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extra given night … this must be special … in ginger ringed moon – perhaps in a shape of a heart?
It’s an old poem Jim’s put up, my soon to be divorced wife had just survived a brain haemorrhage. This was the first poem I ever wrote. The relief I guess, the biggies of love and the doctor’s talk of the percentage chance of her survival or not. Glad you liked it, its an important poem to me. She said she liked it too. Jim had asked for anything Ginger, hence the colour of the sky and streetlights was opportune.
One can only stop and ponder the twists of life and its fragility – similar to love. Your poem seems to know it all. I liked its landscape too. Thank you for your reply.
Moving, even more so with the explanation above.
Cheers and you are spot on about the context that shaped it.
This one rocked – especially the title!
Cheers!
Jim, this is really magical. A thoroughly modern, ancient as the hills landscape.
Thanks Kate – yep, it is one of his best ones.