POEM TITLE Blackness
POEM
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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