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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