Coumeenoole Bay.
- writersriverside
- Apr 2, 2014
- 1 min read
Coumeenoole Bay
All day and all night it had rained;
no soft Irish weather this,
but harsh and unrelenting,
until the mid-morning delivered,
as if in recompense,
a clearance of such perfection
it took the breath away.
A world new-born;
below, the bay, polished to a sparkle;
aquamarine and amethyst,
flawless, multi-faceted,
close-guarded by encircling rocks;
a secret, awaiting discovery.
The beach beckoned ,
untouched, new-minted,irresistible.
Intoxicated by the purity
of that un-breathed air,
I stepped barefoot on to the sand;
the first footprint,
at the dawn of time.
© Nicky Wheeliker
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