Rock, in North Cornwall…
1963 |
It was the silence,
Like I had returned
From death
To retrace my boyhood steps,
On soft sand and pale dunes;
The undulating bed
Of the River Camel’s estuary
Disguised the channel’s depths.
It was the essence,
Like I had grasped
From memory
To recover my childhood joy,
On drifting sand and marram grass;
The menacing current
Of the eerie shifting waters,
Disguised a clever ploy.
It was the absence,
Like I had desired
From truth
To retrieve my boyhood innocence
On yielding sand and shallow tide;
The unrelenting ebbing
Of the waterway’s languid shuttles,
Disguised my mind’s ambivalence.
Pete Ray
2008 |
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