All my creative pursuits.
To accompany my novel in progress: Breaking Bread, welcome to Le Boulangerie.
Surprise! Nothing baking this week. Now, if I’d had my wits about me, I’d have prepared ahead of time or twisted someone’s arm into guest posting this week. Alas, none of that happened. But since I saw some breathtaking views over the weekend, instead I’ll use this opportunity to share my photos. These were taken while exploring the Dingle Peninsula on the West Coast of Ireland.
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
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 