A return of sorts
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
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.