The Voyage

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I wrote this poem on a beautiful sunny September morning.  We were at sea and it was in the hours before our last seminar together with Abraham and Esther.  Enjoy 🙂

When heavy skies hang damp and cool

In an English Channel grey

The Silhouette – our ship most fine

Sails ‘midst white horses soaked in brine,

Her gleaming bows cut through with ease

These swollen, choppy, steely seas.

 

It’s far above her waking decks

I find Crow’s quiet, cosy nest,

Astounding views, expanding views

One eighty of the very best

Where sky meets Sea and seagulls soar

I gasp wide-eyed and feel the more.

 

The passage smooth, our course is south

Beyond a blue Atlantic mouth

Where Spanish flare and passions rise

To Lisbon’s ancient castle prize.

A voyage so rich, this journey’s sweet

Exploring, moving, much to meet.

 

Gibraltar’s Straits, her monkeys too

Moroccan peaks, surprising views.

The Silhouette, our ship most fine,

Her crew, the people, cabin – mine!

Momentum grows, quickening pace

Blessed beauty, abundant grace.

 

Laughter’s sails fill with glee

Voyaging the Med, Blue Sapphire’s Sea

Where rests a harbour, jewel of calm

And Roman roads are lined with palms.

There marble paths lead smooth as glass

To ancient ruins, stories past.

 

There’s so much more I wish to say –

The friendships, contrast and the play

My moonlighted cabin bathed in light

Soft Ocean whispers through the night

Until new threshold, day is born

And magic sparkles with the dawn.

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Letters from Thurlestone

What a moment.  What a place.  What a time!

 

ThurlRockThe morning dawned clear, pink and bright .. time to walk, to stretch and remember the path to Hope Cove.  The westerly gales are back and sand blasts across the beach, stinging eyes and cheeks.

This was not the Cove of quiet cream teas or dreamy loganberry ice cream.  The sea was churning and even seagulls took their time, coming into land on gusty blasts.

Walking back along the sea-cliffs, our faces into the fierce wind made for quirky walking. Staying on the path now a game of balance and direction – with the wind winning for the most part, I swayed and sailed all the way back to the Cottage.

Rosy cheeks and shining eyes were my morning’s souvenirs … And I’ll close these letters with some poetry summing up the beauty of my experience in recent days.

Sunshine pours

Cascading love-light

Into sweet embrace

 

While Ocean

Pounds and paws the shore

Like a dog

 

Crested waves

Rush to greet old friends

Back again.

 

Eternal

Time turns in circles

True to Now

 

And shadows

Run from sunny thoughts

To dark caves

 

While giants

Wait in soft repose

For smugglers

 

And I sit

Bathed in warmth and glory

Allowing

 

Receiving

Senses alive as

Fire crackles.