Pentecost 1980

Climb, climb

the teak groins

aged by tide and time:

and the bare iron

rusted to

dignity

no less impressive

run or walk

the rim

of the lapping tide

and take the treasures

from

the hand you love:

mysteriously

fondling the pebbles

that turn

beneath

a yearning alchemy

to

priceless mementos

of sea air, wind and song

the crying gull above the fronds

of seaweed

lying slippery wet

mucoid

and salty

on the evening beach

Notes

To SC with a woodcut January 20 1982

To CE with a small watercolour December 28 1981

To DR December 9 1984, and January 10 1988