Short winter days. I crave
light dancing on seawater,
low flight of shearwater
The salt taste of seaspray
sinks deep into my bones,
oystercatcher, turnstones –
the murmur of each wave
of birds that skims along
the winter shoreline. Their cold song –
how can I keep away
from the grey rocks, and
dark water, and the sand,
from the white shore and the tideway,
and the far cry of the gull,
and the pull of the tide. That pull.
Short winter days, I crave
the salt taste of seaspray,
the murmur of each wave.
How can I keep away
from the white shore, and the tideway?
It’s Thursday, it’s Meet the Bar, and Bjorn is the dVerse host. Tonight we’re doing a form – the Constanza. You can read more about it here: https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/19/meet-the-bar-with-the-constanza/