As he opened that shell
A book…
of iridescent wonder,
sounding bell of the sea
Its shrill… salty sweet tang
from the blue,
goose-necked barnacled,
plastic
honesty-box altar
Snug, at the crux
where the seaweed’s woven…
rickety,
knitted jetty
kissed the black
volcanic eeled road
Where a pot-holed pontoon
with crab-pots strewn
marked the spot!
Small...
orange roped floats
strung like bunting,
left gently bobbing
Crowned...
the stunning
hidden dalliance
of warm tidal waves
lapping
Over...
where Black Guillemots
pay their homage,
past the abandoned
carcass
of a picturesque postcard...
Croig Pier’s
fishing boat wreckage
Where the day’s weary sun
lulled...
spilled forth
sun-blushed skies,
fine slithers of clouds
in gentle wisp
of silk,
exsanguinating plumes
of rich salmon, pink hues
Ribbons…
of dusky decadent shades
through the jaws of decay’s
splintered, archaic
picture frames
Snapshots of time
unfurled...
through crumbling portholes,
slowly reclaimed
by Nature’s
powerful prowess
There…
I cast out my soul
upon a single
iced breath
Set adrift…
upon the calm rhythmic sway
of clear sea-glass sheen
over netted lace foam
Carved...
by silver-edged waves
of deep
aquamarine
Mull’s
golden orb bays
bathed
In sunlight’s cascade,
falls fine twinkling rain
from sun to the sea
Diamonds scattered…
forever within me,
as then and there…
I knew...
instantly
I was meant to be
her loyal
lifelong castaway
Bound
by her hypnotic ways
for all eternity...
she would haunt me
She...
a grand Eagle Isle
with white-tipped shores
Scotland’s priceless pearl
the gem
of them all...
where my troubadour
spirit
would forever
roam free,
beneath her
glacier Munros
Proud...
speckled edged
puffin cliffs
loud...
beckoning me
in endless whispers
bewitching,
from far across
the cool
cobalt
langoustine sea
To please...
come on wee lassie
come on,
hurry home!
© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry
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