An island walk.

Over the wall you can see the ruined priory , destroyed originally by the Vikings.

May Walk

Walking the way of the pilgrim in " Inis Metcaud" *,

through asphalt and grass , viewing dead crabs

thrown from the Causeway marking the path ahead.

Entering the grasses , which spring and wrap feet

in tendrils of burrs and spikes , swaying constantly

to remove direction.

Processing along the sandy beach ; leaving heel and toe

memories behind in a wasteland bearing remains of

human detritus at the margins.

Upon the verdant meadows , feeling the keening air

bringing a lashing cold wind, spilling forth mucus

until all the world seems , nought but

a watery potage.

Wind-kissed walking the boundary twixt sea and land

on a moving pebble dash at one with elemental

forces ,

in tune with the pulse of time.

Ck. 15/05/'09.

* " Island of Strong Winds " from David Adam's " Flame In My Heart " - the life of St Aidan.