A short poem about an island called Westray in the Orkney Islands. I first visited Westray in july 2016. I try to capture how nature sometimes affect our mood.


Westray winds

They did not come gently

More like a gale

With salt and water

And all this in the middle of July.

I went down to the beach of Grobust

As the winds came howling

And the growlings from the seals

Made all a ghastly orchestra.

What was in the wind

But a small voice, a promise

Or a lamentation

Repeated over and over again?

Thinking about the generations before me

I didn't look at the huge waves

Crashing and rumbling about

Into a darkened horizont.

With the smell of burned seaweed

Came the ghosts of passed memories.

Poetry by yvso
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Written on 2016-09-12 at 19:46

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In "Remembrances" you also write of promises. You are hearing echoes?

Mick Bean
Thank you, I enjoyed that. Well written.