The sea takes back his love

Cliodhna again. Painting by Renoir


He stands on the strand

Washed clear and smooth

As the silver mirror she’d hold in her hand.

He watches the waves,

Blue green as the eyes he remembers

Full of love and specks of sunlight.

He shouts to the wind

That whispers through the marram grass

Like her voice on his pillow beneath the stars.

He searches the water

For a sight of her face, white as swansdown.

But the empty ocean rolls, relentless and cold,

Reflects all the rainbow hues of the morning

Except the gold of her hair.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

10 thoughts on “The sea takes back his love”

      1. Powerful, inexorable, uncontrollable, sweeping the shore clean, almost a turning back of the tides of time…

        Its a metaphor for many things in life I think.

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