We were in Victoria recently when a storm blew in. So down to the shore we went to watch waves, and feel the wind, which really stung! Had to really lean into it to stay upright, it was so strong, great fun …
OCEAN
wind chases the day
under my heels
balances a leaf
on the rim of an hour
shreds minutes
through my hair
it tosses rags of water
against bent bodies
howls laughter
under my coat
tears the moment
half past tomorrow
and discards me
on a breaking wave
A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan