On the theme of "The Sea", I recently won a local poetry competition with this one...
A Quiet Touch
by Lee Russell
In the brittle sunshine I was cold,
aching fingers seeking yours,
while gulls wheeled white arcs above,
crying sharp laughter, and below,
the sea breathed in shallow gurgles,
teasing the surf line,
pleasing itself with deeper thunders
of soothing mystery.
Each pulse alive, inscribing dry ink
on a restless script of sand.
Then clouds erupt with light,
sudden flares of molten gold
spilling across a rusting bollard.
Hushed warmth brushes my face,
caressing a slow tear, and I see,
the swell gathering in folds,
breaking on my feet in soft sighs.
I feared that surge, the hours folding in waves,
until your hand found mine,
and the day quietens,
anchored in time.
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