I’ve been away the last week. Does this mean I haven’t been writing poetry? No! I’ve kept up the one poem a day pattern that I’ve got back into recently, but I keep them private until I returned, aware that I didn’t want to advertise too far and wide that our easily identifiable house was vacant. Here they are:
Albufeira
Poem 343 – Ancient Echoes
A line of bird-like steps
strut confidently up the cliff-face,
towards its sandstone crest.
With toes outsplayed, they tread
through time, a shadow traced
on ancient tracks and paths.
Relentlessly, the waves
crash onwards, their roar
an echo of past voices.
Once permanent, now fleeting,
these footprints quickly fade,
the tide flows out, they’re gone.
Today we went dinosaur footprint hunting on the coastline near Albufeira. We found them, but they were already much eroded. (https://www.portugalresident.com/dinosaur-footprints-uncovered-at-albufeira-beach/)
(04.11.24)
© Ben Quant 2024
Poem 276 – Dolphins
Those elusive dreams
Both alien yet near
Rolling in the oily
Seas that sweep the coast
Off Albufeira
This evening we booked our break for this year, a return to Portugal.
(28.08.24)
© Ben Quant 2024
Ode for the Day 