Thundering Atlantic

Another Golden Shovel poem, with opening lines from Seamus Heaney’s poem ‘North’.

 

You and I

have finally returned.

We found our way back to

roots and branches of a

family tree, long

buried in a small churchyard near a strand

in the

wave-hammered

storm-swept curve

and wind-whispering embrace of

a

west coast bay.

We face the Skelligs amongst sand and

seaweed we have found

washed up on the shore only

hours before. We listen to the

seemingly secular,

godless powers

of

crashing rollers, the

mighty Atlantic

thundering.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

Thundering Atlantic

Image found on  www.ireland.com

 

The original lines are:

 ‘I returned to a long strand,

The hammered curve of a bay,

And found only the secular

Powers of the Atlantic thundering.’

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12 thoughts on “Thundering Atlantic

    1. Thank you, De. I’ve been having a horrendous day, with computer problems and taking a poorly cat to the vet’s. It’s so reassuring to get back on the Internet knowing that there is someone out there who appreciates my poetic efforts. 🙂

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  1. Lovely. A long lost cousin has embarked on a journey into our family’s ancestry, and in the process, has drawn together family members who have long been out of touch. Your words made me think of her.

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