Tuesday, 24 August 2010
Spent a wonderful day at the beach today. A beautiful unspoiled beach in Devon, Gara Rock - and one that we haven't been to for a while. Can't think why because it really is the best one around here.
As I was watching the children playing in the waves a freewrite came upon me and even though I'm not sure what was happening and even what a lot of it was about - it was very interesting nonetheless.
This ancient sand -
crushed bones of ancient rock that
sneak between your toes and
hide a thousand ship wrecks.
This thrusting sea -
that frightens me and shells out
souls that underestimate its
These boys of mine -
that push their bodies into surf and
ride the terror waves. They go
where others dared and lost -
but even if they bleed, it's from
stigmata wounds. For men are
made in this eternal view.
The sun reflects on glassy blue.