Saturday, 26 May 2012

Ferry cross the Firth

The ropes cast off snaking away like apron strings
The thrum of engines building in vibrancy, increasing the heartbeat
Seagulls cries turning to bye bye bye
Harbour walls cleared, lifetime landmarks seen from a new angle
Emptiness of the sea emptying the mind
Waves slapping the hull hello hello hello
A new land on the horizon, unfamiliar landmarks waiting to be discovered
Headlands encircling the bay welcoming new life with safe arms
Apron strings thrown and caught, tied tight.