When I look down at my feet, I'm walking still - 2
By Noo
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Pilgrimage to Lindisfarne
Of all the things I expected to see
It wasn’t this
Herbs for healing, yes
A pool for a weary traveller
To dip his feet in
Insula sacra
The end of my journey
But no, not this
Sand and long shadows
In the startling gold of evening
Sea swirls and clouds crest
In the sky’s maelstrom
And Peter was a fisherman
Watching the
Silver gleam on the backs of mackerel
The devotion of the starfish
The worship of the waves
Like me, the seagulls make their mud flat pilgrimage
Sitting squat
Listening to the whispers in the marram grass
And I pray for
Samphire and sea pinks
Bleached wood
High tide tumult and low tide hush
The mystery of pebbles
The secrecy of shells
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this is turning into a
this is turning into a beautiful set of poems - looking forward to the third
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Assuredly accomplished,
Assuredly accomplished, original thoughts and feelings that click with the soul instantly. If this is a series, I've got something to look forward to
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Speechless, Noo. Just
Speechless, Noo. Just perfection
Tina
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