Life After
I sit alone, where the jetty
soaks its bony ankles in the tide.
Bladderwrack drifts, and the waves
keep gentle company with the shore.
Dusk muffles the lonely curlew’s cry.
The reed beds stir: a silent eel
wrinkles the water’s surface.
A sea breeze ruffles my heart,
and I breathe out the remnants
of confining day. Time recedes
like the smudge of a sail, and at last
the moon begins to polish the night.
Lisa Stone
Lisa Stone was a Secondary School English teacher for many years but is now a wellbeing coach/practitioner and circle facilitator.
She has written poetry for many years and, following longtime involvement with overseas and UK humanitarian charities, her work tends to focus on social injustice, displacement and the beauty of nature.
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