The Island – wordle 165

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Against a porcelain sky the dark silhouette
of the cliff looms over the landing beach.
The rock chimney splits to form the path –
a tantalus to my helpless drifting.
It seems to pulse forward and back,
near, then out of reach.
The ever-present wind-whistle
drills into my head a fervent wish for silence.
In a pit of frustration,
unable to fight the riptide,
I long for slack water.
Alert to the slightest loosening of the sea’s grasp,
I scrabble to slot the oars in readiness.

Fortunes change.  A breath of stillness.
Go, go, go. Heave hard.
Six strong strokes and I am aground.
With the last dregs of strength,
I drag the sturdy coble over the pebbles,
secure her to the cone of rock above the tide line –
old habits die hard.
Scramble, panting, up the path to the house,
breathe deeply: home at last.
Kettle on for that longed-for cup of tea.

 

I am reading a book about the remote Shiant Islands in the Hebrides off the coast of NW Scotland:  Sea Room, by Adam Nicholson.  It is beautifully written – to quote from it, “a vast poem written in heat and liquidity.”  So you can see where the inspiration for my Wordle poem comes from – the wordle words shouted at me!  I used all the words, then changed drink to cup of tea because that would be my need.

 Do go and see what others do with the words here  

 

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15 Responses to The Island – wordle 165

  1. thehutts says:

    Did you finish the book? I thought you were taking it but it is still here! Sally

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  2. I agree that old habits die hard and that the cup of tea brings u home, lovely piece and it really grabs the reader, hope you feel the gentleness of the air near you

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  3. Pamela says:

    Outstanding wordling, Viv. Beautiful piece.

    Pamela ox

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  4. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    I really like the images of the grasping sea, and the longing for slack water. Such tension here!

    Quirky Quartet

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  5. Thank you for sharing your inspiration. It just made my summer reading list, along with your poems, of course. 😉

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  6. 1sojournal says:

    Glad you made it, both figuratively and literally. Must thank you for your high words of praise this morning. I really like how caught up you got in the making of this piece. I feel that energy and that good tired when the journey is completed. Well wordled Viv,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

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  7. humbird says:

    ‘old habits die hard.’ ~ also they save us in difficult moment…~ intense write!

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  8. cecilia says:

    I grew up on a beach, I think this is why I love this poem. The sea is not always a simple place to be. c

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  9. annell4 says:

    It is wonderful to come home again.

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  10. This is a beautiful piece! As one who lives around and works on the ocean, I loved it!

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  11. oldegg says:

    This indeed is a great sea tale. How much can be said of her moods and the trials she set us and of the sheer joy of coming home.

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  12. Jae Rose says:

    i love how you bring this poem home – on so many levels..we always have to try and keep those oars moving..the rhythm matches that sense too..

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  13. Three cheers for the kettle!

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