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

Falling Like Rain

Falling Like Rain

I count you in

I count you out

I came back

Without a doubt

Now it's down to you

What will you do

Here and now

Without a doubt

The sun is low

And stars aglow

Sea is calling

Music's falling

Like rain

On my skin again

You count me in

You count me out

I came back

Without a doubt

Now it's down to you

What will you do

Here and now

Without a doubt

In Reach

I used to stand on this beach
Pebble in my hand
Thinking if I throw it
The world would be in reach

Is this a two-way street
or am I just talking to my feet
Words thrown against the wind
And it's always the tide that wins

Patterns are falling into place
We still make the same old mistakes
I used to stand on this beach
Perhaps it was me who was never in reach

Well, promises are promises
And water finds its level
And every love story
Has a high tide flood
And a low to reach
Seems to me
It's a two-way street

I used to stand on this beach
Pebble in my hand
Thinking if I throw it
The world would be in reach

Beach Mermaid (2005)

A wreck upon the water stands
Bend o'er to the waves
The sweetest music as she sings
The sailors maid
She lures them to the rocks and underhand
Her hair all wreathed in seaweed is their fate
Tangled up in her laugh
They realise too late
She is the siren on the beach
The metal twisted harpie queen
The high tide mark
All stranded with the rust
Of a thousand sailors dreams

A wreck upon the water stands
bend o'er to the waves
The sweetest music as she sings
Manmade mermaid