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The Voyager's Song
The Voyager's Song
I see the shoreline,
black and unremarked
sleeping in secret, supine,
an open door, strong
as a broad Yorkshire
voice,
weak as rags of sea mist.
Soon I shall fetch upon its sands,
where cold silence reigns
uninvited like the early dawn.
Beside me shall burn,
in isolation and awe,
the last bright flower
of an ancient memory...
Friday 19th January 2018 2:43 am
A Mountain Cameo
This poem first suggested itself to me while looking at the magnificent mountain scenery of Interlaken in the Bernese Oberland of Switzerland. Beautifully dangerous!
A Mountain Cameo
Silvered by many alpine peaks, an orange sun
reflects, glass-like, off still dawn meltwaters,
a fireball inside a snow-white aural gleam
thrown carelessly into a child's rockpool.
Streaming no r...
Wednesday 25th October 2017 6:59 am
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