Helen Clancy
09-22-2007, 02:58 AM
Here is a poem I wrote a few months ago:
Pathway across the sea
When the sea is still
the tide low
a narrow, wrinkled
curving path
of hard, orange sand
is revealed.
It stretches
like a sleeping cat
all the way
from our tiny croft
out and on
past the horizon
falling off
the edge of the world.
Whoever dares
tread this path
not stopping
when they cannot see
the shore
behind or in front.
Whoever dares
continue
when the path is just
three feet wide
and not be afraid
when it dips
a few inches
below the surface
of the pale waters,
whoever dares
‘Walk on the water’
will discover
a paradise
of beauty rare:
flower strewn machair
solid gold beaches
birdsong crescendo
a secret island
at the end of
the pathway across the sea.
40 lines
Pathway across the sea
When the sea is still
the tide low
a narrow, wrinkled
curving path
of hard, orange sand
is revealed.
It stretches
like a sleeping cat
all the way
from our tiny croft
out and on
past the horizon
falling off
the edge of the world.
Whoever dares
tread this path
not stopping
when they cannot see
the shore
behind or in front.
Whoever dares
continue
when the path is just
three feet wide
and not be afraid
when it dips
a few inches
below the surface
of the pale waters,
whoever dares
‘Walk on the water’
will discover
a paradise
of beauty rare:
flower strewn machair
solid gold beaches
birdsong crescendo
a secret island
at the end of
the pathway across the sea.
40 lines