Portscatho twilight

Walking back up the hill -

Away from the small harbour -

The fishing boats resting on the sand -

Past curtains hiding gentle rooms -

Gardens facing the sea -

Lampposts glimmering in the salty twilight -

Followed by our earlier selves -

Anne, going to a dance -

There, in the Memorial Hall -

Myself, on the clifftop path -

Wearing a shirt as blue as the sea - 

Portscatho 

September 2026