Migrators (Poem for Earthweal)

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By the hard side
of the shore,
abutments jutting out
into raging waves,
I paused,
an incessant gale buffeting
my puny frame.

Dark promontories
primed me through sea mist;
they caught my gaze,
my historic sense,
like the herring gulls circling,
riding the howling wind.

I sensed you there,
your sea-grey eyes
staring into nothing,
your soft sing-song voice
of the Borders,
ready to spoil me with sweets,
port and lemon clutched
in your wizened hand.

Somehow you were left
in this nebulous place,
our collective cries screaming
“mother! mother!” —
plaintive calls unheard
in an entangled realm of souls,
given over to the elements.

Copyright Francis 2021

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9 thoughts on “Migrators (Poem for Earthweal)

  1. I sensed you there,
    “your sea-grey eyes
    staring into nothing,
    your soft sing-song voice
    of the Borders,
    ready to spoil me with sweets,
    port and lemon clutched
    in your wizened hand.”

    A very vivid and poignant image.!
    JIM

    Liked by 1 person

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