Jan De Raeymaeker

Malin Head - Poem by Jan De Raeymaeker

So old these grey bones; so old, and so alone
Shrugging loose the remnants of their brown-soil coat
Fingering the ice-cold water, touching its wet brush
Tips and knuckles crushed by the wearing foam
Rubbed clean by the rush and howl of unending winds
The hungry wail of birds lamenting its ravenous chill
And - on this day - a patchwork of playful white and blue
A handsome pastel meet to soothe the vagrant mingle

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 18, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, July 18, 2014

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