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Poem No 125

POEM TITLE Blackness


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The memories wash me

I am the beach

Scotland pulses

Blackness the heart beat


I walk the wall

Giant gulls cutting above

Towards the stone castle

That outlives all of us


Trinkets overwhelm me

I enter the lobster pot

A quaint little establishment

A pint, and a burger with the lot


I think of my home

In comparison, a baby

In this land I’m never alone

As Blue and white beguiles me


Colours leap out

From behind every caressed hedge

Pride lives in the soil

Of these happy garden beds


Every morning greeting

Every brick in every house

Pours meaning into tartan

That wraps around my spouse


I drink in the quiet

And the impossible history

Of the neighbourly little town

That is blackness on sea

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