Horizons

**Horizons** The call of the sea. Invokes a longing for wandering horizons juxtaposed against turbulent lust for a land where skies kiss the hills kiss the sea kiss the sand. Kiss my land. I fly as a gull but return, unable to shake off this thirst for blackened pearl cheeks of dank sided cliffs; rugged scree interspersed with the magic carpet ride of campion and the battle squawk of sea hungry birds. I spy limpid pale of sea glass glints and anaemic yellow headed plants that cling, limpet-like to gaping mouths of hungry crags. I cannot cast off this urge to stay behind; to swallow myths of other lives not lived on silhouettes of other cliffs that drift, mirage-like, on waving horizons.

J Morrey-Grace
24th July 2018

Horizons

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