moments by Peter HumphreysBeside
Doonbristy's
lined
brow
we
walked
by
blowholes
deep
booming
doom
laden
blow
holes
guarded
by
furze
banks
lined
with
slippery
sliding
moss
resonant
harbingers
of
instant
bone
shattering
death
yet
in
this solitude
this calm
you
picked
bog cotton
for
my hair
I gave
you
a pink
heather
spray
tenderness
love
trust
unquestioning
unquestioned
amidst
the fury
below
gulls
circled
screeching
at
gliding
above
fishing
in
the
crashing
tumultuous
foment
Atlantic rage
ageless
moments
of
utter
joy
in
life
itself
01/24/2006 Posted on 01/24/2006 Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
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