The Giant Sky
By the Wash, the estuary of the Ouse
And three more rivers adding to the swell
We saw the seals pass murmuring the Blues
Nature opens up if we read clues;
The giant sky, the sound of a church bell;
By the Wash, the estuary of the Ouse.
A dangerous place, where currents catch the loose,
Old Hunstanton, white sands,cliffs with frills.
We saw the seals pass, shimmying the Blues.
Only painters need to find new excuse
For watercolour blends into the cells
By the Wash, the estuary, the Great Ouse.
My eye with radiant colour was imbued
Then it passed more deeply to my soul.
We saw the seals pass murmuring the Blues.
Nature can bring calmness,make us whole
And in its fierceness also make us bold.
By the Wash, the estuary of the Ouse
We heard the seals pass, stuttering the Blues
Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite | Year Posted 2017
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