The Shore – poem by Chris Bennett

The Shore

That’s the place where the land meets the sea,

Isn’t it?

The end.

The stopping point.

The watery boundary.

It’s where things are less solid,

Less sure. It’s the invaders’ last hope, their final challenge.

It’s where mysteries begin and answers are found,

Where the unknown is too deep.

Waves of goodbye,

Good luck,

Bon voyage,

God speed and…

Ripples of applause.

A splash of colour on an unfinished chart

And away to adventure.

Chris Bennett, Shoreline Poet in Residence, Oct 2015

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