Category: Poetry

Wild Atlantic Way

~ Meg ~ 37 Comments

A solitary stretch of pristine sand
My footprints blemish and scar
Waves heave as the storm approaches
From the west, to the Wild Atlantic shore

My hair escapes from its binding
The wind whips tendrils free
It’s raw and violent and beautiful
This angry, roiling sea

On the barren rocks, scoured by salt
I confront the ocean’s madness
Facing down Poseidon’s fury
As if I am his willing mistress

I close my eyes and lift my hands
Let the tempest soak my skin
I’m a little reckless in my abandon
As the Sea God roars and threatens

But his ferocity is seductive
I’ve never felt more alive
Flesh tingling in excitement
Against the onslaught thrive

But finally the gale subsides
The sun returns after the storm
Its rays soothe and comfort
I’m left breathless, drenched and calm

Photo my own: Donegal, Ireland

Expectations

~ Meg ~ 24 Comments

Like a coin of little value
I give the last of my reserve
Yielding the remnants of my heart
Asking nothing in return

Hoping beyond rational hope
That dreams of love are not lost
But like all my expectations
Into the furnace they’re tossed

Salvage

~ Meg ~ 42 Comments

The ache was deep, the chasm wide
A heart left battered, a trust betrayed
And hidden away, locked inside
A broken woman, a soul afraid
And she bravely carries on
Every night a dreamless sleep
A blackness, sweet oblivion
But every sower has to reap
A painful restitution

Her resolution falters

Drowning, gasping, clawing to the surface
Treading dark water, staying afloat
Not so easy when you think you’re worthless
So much simpler to just let go

Lost to attrition

A spark of hope, a love unexpected
Tenderness, a healing balm
Gently loved, caressed, protected
Quiet the voices, issue the calm
Blessed redemption
To take the tentative step to trust again
To give her heart and take one in return
To share a life, to risk the pain
Of a love as intense as a fire that burns

She is salvage

Written in February 2016