SHORELINE SOLACE
Let the soft breeze kiss my face
and
whisper secrets through my hair
as silver
sand blots falling tears and
whisks
between bare toes
tempted by
the ebbing tide
that
snatches pastel pebbles
with a
sharp intake of breath .
They clash
like castanets
with
rhythmic percussion
punctuated
by shrieking terns,
dashing to
and fro,
protecting
secret nests
leaving me
to my thoughts
and
whimsical dreams drifting
far beyond
the horizon.
A poem written about a difficult time in my life which was helped very much by the solace at a very special place : The Bothy.
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