Sunday 30 August 2009

A walk down to the windy shore

A grassy path led away from the house

bordered by a rushing stream

which carved a knife edged shallow channel

straight into the sea.

It was surprisingly hard to cross and icy cold if you slipped.

My best beach-combing find, found -
and left behind for once,
because somehow,
however beautiful the stone, shell or sea-washed glass in situ,
I've come to recognise that a slightly melancholy transformation is wrought over time
as it gathers dust in a bowl, on a shelf,
or on a window sill back home.

And perhaps I'm old enough to resist the lure of the tangible memento now.

1 comment:

  1. love your beachcombing find! we have a few pieces of driftwood in our home as well:)

    my favourite picture is the 2nd one! gorgeous!!!