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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Westray
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
Read 738 times
Written on 2016-09-12 at 19:46
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