A return of sorts

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This is my first real visit to Write Out Loud in some time. Much has changed in the past 2-3 years. I returned to rural Scotland over a year ago after jettisoning a career in social care, began writing again with seriousness for the first time in a while, have had to re-evaluate much so I didn't lose all. Here's the first of a few poems I'll be posting over the coming weeks. As usual, any feedback's welcomed (should anyone be reading them, of course!).
 

By Inverie Bay

Knoydart, Feb/13

Crouching by the beach,

The chirp of whimbrels, grunt of ducks,

Distant siren-call of tides still lazing

Idly over on Skye, & suddenly

The sun is out, off & running

Searchlights over Inverie Bay,

Catching buzzards shifty on fence posts,

Deer guilty as sin at saplings,

Myself rearranging the beach, shell

By significant, infinitesimal shell,

Creating small, new landfalls,

Raising beaches for all

Those flat days stretching ahead.

 


 

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Stuart A Paterson

Thu 16th Jan 2014 23:34

Thanks for the kind words Greg, feel free to feed back any time! Hope you're well.

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Greg Freeman

Thu 16th Jan 2014 21:41

Well, welcome back to Write Out Loud, Stuart! Enjoyed the natural landscape, but of course the last five lines are the true heart of the poem. I'll be looking out for more of yours.

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