Not for me dull sodden land
Disturbed by upcroppings
Of white thorny mayflower
With cattle splurging their way home.
But for me a place
With white rocky back glistening
Under the raw red setting sun.
A hump backed stranded island
Amid sparkling sea and shimmering sky.
A mere bone of earth
Keeping itself afloat
While stripping me of unnecessaries.
A keeper of spring gentian and campion
Storm stranded sparrow hawk,
Arctic tern and sun seeking swallow.
Yes, for me this sun faded picture
Of bleached rock, bleached sand and sky
That I can touch and see and feel and know
With the sureness of earthly instinct
That in this thorny garden of Eden
Is all that is life to me.
Poem: Catherine Conneely. Image: JesseJames