Monday 24 March 2014

LANZAROTE


 
 
LANZAROTE



An ocean of black water

deep and world-wide,

its edges tear into

a thin white frill.



Black lava-dust hills

rise up and over

a white scum of houses

at the water's edge.



Birds skimming waves

spin on a wing-tip

from white to black

then black to white

stitching the sea's hem.



White sails curve

half of a parenthesis

hollowed by black winds

out of an empty sky.



So much dark, deep eternity,

such a little edge of life,

the fragile mind clings,

twists and breaks.

1 comment:

  1. Was that photo taken on the ferry from Orzola to La Graciosa?

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