It’s National Poetry Day in the UK, so it would be rude not to mark the occasion somehow! After all, I’ve been writing poetry ever since I could write (just about). And I’m still struggling to move on…
This is a reposting of the first ever post I made here nearly eighteen months back. The poem was written many years ago, and belongs to a time when I first began submitting to magazines seeking publication. It didn’t last very long! And it was followed by a much lengthier hiatus.
The theme of this year’s National Poetry Day is “Freedom”. I’m not sure if this is necessarily a poem about freedom, but it’s certainly written about a time and a place where I felt a genuine sense of peace.
Whatever you’ve been doing to mark the day, I hope it’s been a great one.
Tonight the sun just bluntly refuses to set,
yet I can squeeze no more minutes from the moment,
no more dry wood from the crashed crates scattered
between the docile rocks. It’s wet again.
I’m missing nothing, no-one.
I was sure that I saw whales in the bay,
slowly taking in the cliffs that look like
a church in resolute light.
I could be mistaken. They say that
tankers often come this way.
The deeper, wider ocean isn’t so far,
and I will still be here tomorrow.
First published in Poetry Nottingham 1997