Swimming at high tide.....

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That night, when everything was full,
The moon, the flaring bay & me,
Everything was possible, beautiful.
I could have swum to St. Bee’s
In minutes, made for Maryport,
Washed myself up in England
Casually before the pubs shut,
Tide-bright & thirsty on the strand.
As it was, I floated a mere hundred yards
On gentle waves to a stake-net pole,
Driftwood on a fluid mirror of stars,
Full as the universe, pin-pricked with holes.

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Life & Death in a Northern Climate ►


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Stuart A Paterson

Fri 14th Mar 2014 23:05

Thanks Lynn & Cynthia, your comments are much appreciated & I'm glad you enjoyed reading the poem & might like any of the others I've put up here.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 14th Mar 2014 12:09

A lovely poem, with fresh, involving images, and 'spirit'.

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Lynn Dye

Tue 11th Mar 2014 21:18

I enjoyed this poem as well, good one.

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Stuart A Paterson

Tue 11th Mar 2014 18:48

Thanks Anthony. It's part of a series, unplanned but still coming, about where I'm living now, on the Solway coast. Glad you enjoyed it!

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Anthony Emmerson

Tue 11th Mar 2014 17:48

Hi Stuart,

I really enjoyed reading this. You capture a mood well - joyous yet insignificant. A clever, succinct and rewarding read.


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