I haven't been on here for a very long time. Here's a poem that was recently published and is a favourite of mine.
MEMORIES FROM MELLON UDRIGLE (a special place)
Clear turquoise water
strokes crystalline sands
that yawn before the Summer Islands
on the distant horizon.
Prominent mountains,
pastels, blue, purple
in the autumn sunlight,
this is a special place,
introduced to me by someone dear
who invited me to stay beside the shore
in a wonderful old farmhouse
with sloping floors and frayed carpets.
But sleep came easy in crisp white cotton
that dressed a mahogany bed
We swam in the crystal waters
talked until dawn,
cooked sausages on an open fire
and dreamt of returning, year upon year.
We crunched barefoot across
the secret shell beach,
that was a delight to little faces
who filled plastic buckets with memories.
When illness struck, she cried happy tears
as she swam in the calm waters.
She made it there, not long before she left us,
tucked into a chair, that faced across the water
to pastel mountains.
She phoned me to describe her view
like an excited child,
her voice breaking with emotion
Her final moments,
her special place.
I’ll return one day,
hoping to catch her laughter on the breeze.
