Littlehaven lies in the wintery harbour
Waiting for shrieks and screams and laughter
Waiting to reflect the heat off walls
Into the blissful evenings after;
But now the sand whips up
In silent whispers of biting edges
Scraping the craters and ripples
Blasting the outcrops, grazing the ledges;
Amongst the searing silence
Under a sky that brightens and dulls
The sun gradually slipping away
Pitting deep shadows on rocks like skulls;
Bleary footprints leading nowhere
Going around in rings
Sifting away beneath the restless winds
Under the sand that sings.
a lovely poem, nice thoughts, you have decorated your poems with beautiful images, thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'In silence'; with the muse of love. Nice work.