© Ellen Wilson photo
Kerry included some beautiful photographs by Real Toads members, and I wanted to write about Ella's photograph of tea and pearls, but the poet part of my mind was not in step with the inspired-observer part at all.
Therefore, I took two of Kerry's words and used them. My photos are of the first beach I remember, the one always in my mind when I think of the ocean.
This is my home town, White Rock, British Columbia, where, at low tide, are miles and miles of soft sand and fascinating pools beyond the rocky beach. Those tide pools have fascinated children for a long, long time. The thought of the creatures hiding there is enough to tempt the most sensitive feet to cross the rocky beach.
© Kay Davies photos
susurrating sumptuous sea
singing deep in the soul of me:
advancing with your rhythmic roars
then, sighing, leave for other shores.
what can I do to keep you here?
you’re much too strong for me. I fear
sensuous sea, you’re never true.
suggestively erotic sea
your need is always to be free,
to come and go at night or noon,
influenced only by the moon.
© Kay Davies, 2012