Words under Pressure #8

I have a photo for this poem, but it’s an old one, from the days of film.  Remember panoramic cameras, that would take wide or tall photos?  I had a good one, but they don’t make the film for it any more. There are some great pictures from my first ever trip to this wonderful country. I shall have to get round to scanning in the best panoramic shots I kept from previous adventures…one day.

Windward

Standing on the clifftop
Hair and clothes streaming
Heart singing
Breathing Atlantic infinity

Face turned to the sun
Eyes bathed in the glow
Of ultraviolet through lids
Skin carelessly caressed

Inhaling the air
The heady, healing compound
Of ozone, far distance, salt
Dolphins, sailing ships and fathoms-deep.

Feet among jewels
Flowering tiny and brilliant
Infinity encompassed in a shell
The grit of slow-built coral.

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One thought on “Words under Pressure #8

  1. Lynda says:

    Your word painting made me see you! I like it.

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