Written in Stone
A stony beach hard on
my feet,
a restless sea, green,
grey, brown,
splashes of white where
ocean waves
meet rocky outcrops,
tiny islands.
Here the veil is thin
between
earth and heaven,
eternity.
Sheep, regardless, eat
the seaweed
stranded on the
strandline.
This the beach Columba
landed,
stones are sacred,
water holy.
Bow your head, take off
your shoes,
walk on sacred ground.
Among the pebbles, one
stands out,
a pretty, pinky marbled
grey
with two meandering
veins of white
right angled in a
central cross –
random chance of
nature’s craft
or blessing from
Columba?
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This poem was inspired by a visit to the island of Iona, where St Columba landed to bring Christianity to Scotland.
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The collage version of the poem (see photo above) is now for sale in the Crafty Green Poet Etsy shop.
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I've also put together an Etsy treasury with an elephant theme. Treasuries are a great way to highlight some of the wonderful items on sale on Etsy. Elephants are struggling at the moment, there are rumours that African elephants could be hunted to extinction in the wild in as little as 18 years, which is a terrifying thought.
9 comments:
Lovely Poem,xx Rachel
That's a lovely, quiet poem.I can hear the lapping of the waves.
That's a lovely, quiet poem. I can hearthe lapping of the waves.
Quite a beautiful poem...makes me want to go back to the beach :)
I like the question you ask: the human imagination at work.
I think there are a few haiku embedded in this; you'll find them for yourself, I'm sure.
A beautiful, contemplative poem Juliet - I can immerse myself in the place with your words.
Very nice ...
Good piece - much to my liking.
a lovely tale told in a reverent tone;
much love...
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