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
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.’
writing in north norfolk 
A lovely poem!
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I love how you have expanded in the details of Ireland… the waves crashing…
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Thanks, Bjorn.
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This rolls and roils like ocean waves, Kim. Wonderful.
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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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We found our way back to
roots and branches of a
family tree, long
buried in a small churchyard ….. love that. I wish everyone could experience that.
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🙂
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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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🙂
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Lovely how the sea pulses beneath this poem! My favorite lines: ‘roots and branches of a
family tree, long buried in a small churchyard’. Love this! 🙂
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Thank you kindly 🙂
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