A VIEW OF THE STRAITS


The image has stayed with me since last summer

when we sat on the restaurant’s terrace

sipping Prosecco with our small family

to celebrate our first fifty years

of marriage: a view I had not seen before

of these straits I thought I knew so well

between Ynys Môn and Gwynedd’s coast,

a view – past Bangor Pier and Gallow’s Point,

over the Lavan Sands and Dutchman’s Bank

hidden beneath the high tide’s guileful waters –

to the rose horizon, and Liverpool Bay

out of sight with its wrecks and wind farms.

 

And I felt then – relaxed with the balm

of the sun, the wine, and those I am

lucky enough to love – and know now

with the wisdom of a year ever closer

to that untravelled bourn, how, irrespective

of the heart’s gazetteer, its topography,

all love comes unbidden like the elements.

 

 

 

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  1. #1 by John Huddart - August 25th, 2017 at 09:57

    I find this as moving as the feelings it describes – everything from the apparently giveaway title, with its casual postcard tone, to the hidden depths of known events, and the welling up of emotion, softly, like air escaping from a diver’s lungs. Brilliant! Lovely!

  2. #2 by Rosemary Jefford - September 7th, 2017 at 11:56

    I really enjoyed this poem, particularly the last line.

  3. #3 by Pat Rogerson - October 29th, 2017 at 15:02

    You have such a way with words, David, when you speak of love.

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