I Am Your Delight Poem by Margaret Alice

Thursday 2 October 2008

A white-frosted sea, the frosting
goes on and on, crests of white
everywhere, glistening rocks lining
the beach, white frosting on marine
blue – a sea too beautiful to leave;
how do we turn back to the inland
spot where we have to live?

Waves in long, parallel lines, bluish
white, whispering, Come back to me,
the sea’s bridal gown more resplendent
than before, the groom’s voice more re-
sonant, whispering Come to me, I am
your delight; a symphony of cascading
lace, communing with the sea

In a new dimension; the sun hiding
behind a cloud, the cold wind giving
me a chilly embrace, the white-frosted
sea beneath me in my eyrie of rocky
beach-house height, whispering beautifully,
I love you... Attired in a beautiful gown,
lacy white, I cannot turn away

The groom’s voice a whisper of enchanted
delight – a bridal sea bedecked with jewellery,
shimmering in beguiling shades of white, I
have never seen such a bride...