Ebbing
and Flowing |
Dorothy
Crowther |
Ebbing
and flowing of the tide
Reflecting
life and light
Everything
coming and going
Twisting
and turning
Nothing
ever stays the same.
Old
bones and driftwood
On
the shore.
Scrap
metal swept in by the sea.
Sea
creatures, weed and shells
All
decaying and
Moving
into elemental form.
But
here lie pieces of plastic,
Old
bottles, toys, tin cans.
Man
made and lasting for ever.
Littering
and destroying the beauty.
Man
has made so many things.
He
is clever beyond belief.
But
his ingenuity will be gone for ever
If
he does not remember
The
ebbing and flowing of the tide.
Iona
2005 |
One,
a young girl
Blond
hair loose
Happy,
laughing
White
smock floating
Her
arms enfolding
Her
pet goat
His
ugly face loving
Her
carefree beauty.
The
other, a young woman
Fancy
dressed
With
frills and flounces
Hair
piled high
Daintily
holding her skirts
Conscious
of her looks
Knowing
her impact
On
the beholder
One
earth rooted
Practical,
wise, decisive
A
no nonsense granny
From
down under
The
other protected
Soft,
delicate, kind
A
kiss it better granny
From
the English middle class
Both
loved, both special
Both
mine.
Autumn
2007
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