A ploughed field by the sea
I miss you more than the sea*
Light rain has fallen
The rain revealing napped flints all along the field’s boundary
My snares were not set to hold you
But only cast as my heaven’s reach
Now proven so much less than your gaze’s measure
Glinting catching the light
Still sharp lying there
These old worked stones
* Paul would like to thank his friend Genevieve for this line.
Dear Ginger,
I love it.
🙂
Lis
Thanks Lis – this is a good one!
Beautiful! You are a wonder…the same man who gives us Oily George and Sarah Palin’s Love Life! You have a very creative soul. Debra
Many thanks Debra – Paul will be chuffed you liked his poem. Best wishes (There should be a new Sarah Palin soon!)