Pentre Ifan

I have laid you out upon the cromlech
Here in the space between earth and sky
Your body ready to return
A circle drawn
Above, the raptor’s cry
Shrieks the tears I cannot shed

 

The menhir carry you shoulder high
Hauling the boat from this slate beach
Shingle slipping away
Upturned boat
Below, the hollow ocean throws up
My grief, wave after wave

 

I will let you go
While angels sing upon the hill
In the space between earth and sky
A circle drawn
Ready to return
A pebble thrown at high tide

Water-Maps

 

Starting a new set of poems/songs here under the title water-maps. The photo is from a walk along the beach at Weymouth Bay last week. 

Water-Maps

In those shapes rushing back to the sea
I see the reflected bodies stretched and distorted

Swimmers pushing against the tide

The passing echoes of wading feet
Sand rill rip-tides of a child’s beach

Pebble constellations mimic the sky
Plucked by the wave and placed
As random as the stars in space

A good pebble to skim with

The seventh wave crests over our stumbling feet
Dragging back the cold shock, balance lost, wet socks

And the sea whispers a story to me
In water-maps drawn, wave-torn from the deep