Tidal tear-flows paint shells with vibrancy;
Vivid life trembles, shining a brightness
Into my dulled dry old spirit. Flowers
For all their painterly charm and lightness
Of touch, are more straightforward, expected.
Here, on the edge of wildness and passion,
An oil stained carpet becomes connected
Through the play of light as wavelets fashion
Patterns on the sand, with the quickening,
The vital mysterious spark glistening.
The joy and brilliance come as a surprise,
Collected on the seaweed covered rocks
Shiny, fly-blown and industrial. Eyes
Are drawn to the pools of stillness; quiet shocks
Of red and green, shadowy stirrings tease
And tempt me there, whilst the clammed tight carpet
Crackles under foot. Then the sharp sea breeze
Lifts me up to face the drama that’s set
On the world’s edge; spray and spume the seas hurl
Against the tight lipped guardians of a pearl.