The two of us alone on that stony Cheathrú Rua beach
On a July evening that almost seemed like my reason for being.
It was our last day together and the sun was burning strong.
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Sean you have done really well in this poem.. beautiful..
Sean, I really appreciate the line about coral under your feet: 'For its prickle could kill tender bare feet. ' I'm from Ft. Lauderdale, FL and have experienced that feeling many times! Your poem made me feel like I lived the moment right along with you! Good work. Amanda
Sean, I think this is a fine evocative moment you have captured-nice to see a few structural considerations in a poem!
dear sean, thanks for commenting on my poem. i went to an irish governed school in sarawak, borneo years back. perhaps, some irishness has distilled into me. Your golden hair blew gently in the passing sea breeze, - i love this line. honour your irishness.
Sean, I think your muse lives in Connemara. This is a lovely, haunting poem. Raynette
This is excellent Sean. Long lines all the way through so beautifully descriptive then a very simple short last line to close the poem. I like it alot P.s How do I get a Faidh into my name? Seamus