Downpatrick Head

if I were to die
and be reborn
let me for seconds
fly as spume
above the storm
of crashing waves
beneath Down Patrick Head
and in the thermal currents rise
past gannet guillemot and 'wake
until the fields of green
catch me on their
sphagnum moss
and heather spikes
release me
to the wind
and rain
as I unnoticed
once again
return
where life
has left me



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2008-11-25 at 18:49

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I wish the same..
2009-04-10


Dee Daffodil
This is a lovely landscape that you have painted for us...beautiful. Man and the elements intermingled in harmony.
Hugs,
dee
2008-12-10


CC
So beautiful. Your words paint an unforgettable picture.
2008-11-28


Rob Graber
A beautiful flight of fancy, this!
2008-11-25


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
This reminds me of the cliffs we have here where I walk my dog - I think once the sea is in your soul, you can never leave it behind

Elle x
2008-11-25