The salt breeze

The salt breeze blew
the sadness back,
to my upturned face
angled as if to the sun.
Memories stroked my skin
gently ruffled my hair
flooded me with fondness
required me to remember.
The warmth
the familiar warmth caressed me.
‘I remember’ it said
and the tears flowed.
‘I remember when you were you
and we floated together.
When you breathed me in
and sweated me out.
When everything quickened your pulse’.

Ekphrastic poem

I saw them there that night
circling round
hand in hand, heart in heart
enjoying the wildness.

They worship me
mesmerised by the
depth of my beauty.
Hypnotised by my eternity.

I licked the sky
higher and higher
fuelled by their adoration.
I licked their downy fur
gave warm familiar pleasure.
I licked their shadows away
fed their intensity.

Pembroke Castle

We stood in the rain that day,
wind gusting, buffeting us close.
Two sisters, bellies full
and half full with child:
gortex coats stretching, not closing,
hoods drawn down, peaks dripping.
Mum, inappropriately dressed, as usual,
in fluffy white jacket with sparkles,
wool hat, no waterproof, no wellies.
Pop, flat cap topped, three-fleeced-zipped-in,
wrapped for the mountains again.

We stood in the rain that day,
huddled together:
not just for the photograph,
but for the fun of it, the warmth of it,
the great big silly grin of it,
high on the ramparts in a force six gale.

 

Memories of a family day out, recalled from a photograph.