From the sea glass you smuggled me home from the beach I built a cairn a tiny megalith in honour of those who in my history have had a positive influence some I still know now others are silhouettes billowing in the breeze of my memory smooth-edged like the shards and when light rebounds and refracts among the edges glinting blue psychedelia I find myself floating staring upwards lost in a soliloquy for my soul.
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I remember how my hand fit into yours with welcoming ease and the warmth of your skin heated my tepid fingers as we walked along the beach
the North Sea was trembling with chilling intensity – as we skimmed stones plucked fresh from champagne-gold sand they wisped over waves their light friction warming the water and calming the sea
I told a joke about blushing lobsters and seaweed you laughed because it was so bad and the frame of your face lit up the dusky sky better than the distant hilltop fire beacons could ever hope to
I’m hoping this has all has gone to plan – that some years have passed – and our hands still fit each others that the message I buried in this bottle is not lost to the tide like so many other romances and we’re reading this in the spot where we sat and snuggled that night stargazing at the peach-kissed setting sun on the horizon
– because I know that I will love you forever.
Thanks for taking the time to read this poem dedicated to my beautiful wife, Christine.
velvet sand tickling my back blades of crystal water cutting away doubt driftwood logs silently whispering sea shanties a carefree horizon casually glances feeling content as do I a connection with nature always nurtures.
This is inspired by days spent on Northumbrian beaches, always serene.