Hound Point

Paused. Ate wild blackberries.
             Inhaled musk of leaves drooping with morning,
                          flattened rowan berries into soggy soil.

Arrived at the cliff top, fortified.
            Faced growling swell and frothing waves
                          bursting onto the shore.

Poised, my body caught the current of the fight,
             bristled then beamed. A lighthouse
                           in my own storm.



Back to Poetry & Story page