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Tale from the Waterfront ©

Nat Hall
Sandwick, Shetland
2004

Barefooted
heart,
finest of
sand,
my eyes
follow
bubbles
on
water
line;
I am like
limpet at low
tide -
watertight
shell
clinging to
life on
rock surface (!)
my grip,
so
strong.

The blue and
green
in summer
sea,
I loathe
breakers and
predators!
Twelve
hour
wait...

All around
me,
my little
friends
play
in
rock
pools -
anemones,
periwinkles
and
hermit
crabs,
free from
demons,
in
velvet horn
dance to
the sun -
a jig
of life!

Cold surf
awakes
all
my senses,
my need
to love and
thirst
for life;
water-freedom,
when moon
and sun
in a straight
line,
my heart
bathes
with
mermaid's
purse
out
in
spring
tide -
sea ivory,
star ascidian,
dead man's
fingers
colour
my
world...

I share
my views
with
a
starfish,
and
find
shelter
in
maiden's
hair.
My creator
has
given me
a solid
shell,
and
ardent
heart.


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