I have been working on a series of poems based around one of my favourite places, Point Danger for some time now. I previously published this section of the poem back in February ’09… so yes, it has been a while in the making.
Point Danger (part III)
You have always desired cliffs,
yet, as we move closer to the edge
you tell me to slow down;
how out of place you feel,
here, where the sea is a shade of turquoise
and creatures with dark bodies and blonde hair
find a measured calm.
That’s why it seems so right
when dusk folds up its peacock tail, leaves
nothing of its wild splendour.
Only the ocean is left with a little
light in its breast, just enough
to see our way, through
the crashing violence of waves.
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And for those of you, who may not have had the pleasure of visiting Point Danger, here’s a pic.
