The Walk To Dunstanburgh Poem by Anthony Dalby
The Walk To Dunstanburgh
On the shore with you
rivulets lap the sand
bestir times before.
Birds wheel
the bone white brittle driftwood,
our feet crack the dry bladderwrack.
The swing of your hips
the waves against the shore.
Your eyes, pools cupped
into the hardness of the rocks
your dress flotsam as the tide rises
against your headland.
The surf traces a line against your flanks
beautiful love poem, Anthony. An apotheosis of the beloved, if I wanted to be academic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 12:46:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A poem that conjures up the wonderful image of the shore at Dunstanburgh