Tuesday, February 18, 2014



 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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