The Walk To Dunstanburgh

Poem By Anthony Dalby

On the shore with you
rivulets lap the sand
bestir times before.
Birds wheel
the bone white brittle driftwood,
our feet crack the dry bladderwrack.
The swing of your hips
the waves against the shore.
Your eyes, pools cupped
into the hardness of the rocks
your dress flotsam as the tide rises
against your headland.
The surf traces a line against your flanks

Comments about The Walk To Dunstanburgh

A poem that conjures up the wonderful image of the shore at Dunstanburgh
A lovely write. Well done Patricia
beautiful love poem, Anthony. An apotheosis of the beloved, if I wanted to be academic.

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