Posted by: KJSmyling | February 7, 2009

deep water

we sit amongst the dunes2006_0829photo101691
shoes full of sand
watching the day end

far out in the deep water
the last of the sun
performs a tarantella
where the waves touch the head land

the wind lifts
moves the grasses
sifting more sand into the shoes

we sit
amongst the dunes
a lifetime
a lifeline
no other love



  1. So are you going to make me jealous by telling me you live near the ocean or a large lake?

    Also – LOL – was relieved when I reread today’s poem that the sun was dancing the tarantella and that you were not observing a tarantula dancing on a sand dune – which would have had me swearing off the beach…forever! ๐Ÿ˜‰

  2. No unfortunately, we are as far from the sea as it is physically possible to get on mainland Britain. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

    I was going through some photos from a holiday in St Ives and it triggered the poem.

  3. Is this the St Ives where…

    As I was going to St Ives…
    I met a man with seven wives….

    LOL…or do you know that one? I remember it from when I was little….course…now…I am realzing that it is a poem about a bigamist?! ROFLO!

  4. No ones quite sure… It could be this one in Cornwall or it could be the Cambridgeshire one…

    and as for being a bigamist… who said they were his wives ๐Ÿ™‚

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