Flotsam
Bobbing in moonlight, pleasured by waves;
journeying through swell, under stars;
buffeted by wildness, first murmur, then roar;
smacked against rocks, the foam and the crack
Coasting on rollers, taken for a ride;
immersion, hope, exhilaration, surprise;
borne along on billows, swept up by joy;
directed where the tide decides
Chill dawn emerging,...
Thursday 19th August 2010 9:44 am
Near Death
I went to north wales with my kayak at the weekend and went out in dangerous conditions. Here's the poetic account of that:
Ferocious winds shrieked shanties
as they battered on the wavetops
of the madly swelling waters
of the dragging ebbing tide.
They threw me in my fragile shell.
They threw me high and far,
as though a creature in its shell
thrown on th...
Sunday 18th July 2010 7:29 pm
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