In the Distance
The massive cliff stands gazing out to sea:
Do you see the tiny battleships below?
Caught in the shells, the terror and the pain.
When wavelets ripple clear across the sand
Do we see the plastic island floating somewhere;
the species dead; the nations washed away?
Our sea-washed island, like a crannog, keeps
us safe from people swept by tides of war,
adrift and longing for the life we have.
The tragedy of life is written small
when we are far away and standing tall
Pat Weaver, December 2015
Pat took part in a poetry making workshop for adults led by Chris Bennett as part of the Sharing Shorelines project.