As down by ferryside

As down by Ferryside

one day I lingered,
the stream from the dingle descending
blessed me with sparkling
waters pure. Wayside flowers
led my feet to the smiling
fisherman

hauling on nets of eternity.
Stream, flowers, sea
gather and guide me through,
wrapping me in Ferryside’s warm embrace.

Her beauty laid bare, not great and overpowering
but rather the warmer welcoming sort,
comforting in her comfort, soothing as her sands
shimmer by the last wave brightly sparkling.

In springtime sunlight her beauty in the little details
the eye draws out, hidden gems,
shells, old stones, rounded pebbles
nestling against old wood, old iron.

Perfected by time steps invite me to pause,
contemplating broken dragon’s teeth
beyond, old stones above Llansteffan,
best seen from Ferryside.

A perfect curve of steel
draws a limit,
inside this arc
hides gentle perfection.
Linger here awhile
my friend,
casting aside all dejection,
resting in bright Ferryside.

Author: connellykevin

Writer, poet and photographer. Lover of all musical genres, from acoustic to zydeco. Born in Ireland of Scottish descent and proud of both. "I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so" WB YEATS Many of the themes here presented and to be presented have taken me a lifetime rather than six weeks. Some have taken mere moments to arrive. All are offered freely and it is my hope that you, dear reader, will gain something by browsing here and that I in turn will gain something by presenting these works to you. View all posts by connellykevin