Painting: Hazel Brown
Will I forget the roar of waves?
Or that sharp keening wind?
River patterns in sand?
The curious seal; black head straining.
An incoming tide-swell rolls and sucks stones.
In the rhythm of morning I draw breath.
Sea-bringer of storm
Sky, sea, wind and moon
Meet at the fullest.
The night air aches for Monday.
Old battles rage on.
Thor said they would.
They will fight a dawn death,
Storm seas washing the scene of debris.
– Hazel Brown 16 July 2015