I dream of the sea.

Not for me the playful warm summer scene with pink candy floss and bright  beach huts.
A gentle blue ocean with white foam and bobbing boats.
My dream of the sea is alive and wild, wintry grey sky, crashing waves and moaning wind.

I dream of the sea in my waking hours, desirous of quiet loneliness to sooth my weary spirit,
To dull humanities peremptory requests for continuous inclusion.
I walk the shoreline, steady footfalls across the gravel and sand.
Body and soul renewed.

I dream of the sea.

Marilyn Kellow, December 2015

Pat took part in a poetry making workshop for adults led by Chris Bennett as part of the Sharing Shorelines project.