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.
And for those of you, who may not have had the pleasure of visiting Point Danger, here’s a pic.