Black night moonlight
the sea a curtain of itself
deep down the volcano grumbles
waiting to bring devastation.
All is flux: no end or beginning
patterns on the water hold our eyes
mesmerised, offering no answers.
Moon at 4 a.m. the rocks loose heat
on the hillside where bare bones of
parched land withers.
The locals tout for tourist money
boats pass and re pass going somewhere
as I am.
4 thoughts on “Union island”
Great poems that i can relate to,you must be in the Bahamas..! But you do seem rather lonely…! can i help.!
Actually Union Island is in the Grenadines and this poem is part of a series I wrote there. One can be alone in a room full of people or indeed in a relationship ………I’m alone but not lonely , but thanks 🙂
You don,t remember me we almost met once..!You were in the Bahamas then if I remember..! I have been reading your poems since that time and have also bought your book ‘moonfisher’ but have yet to read it.Your poems continue to inspire me,difficult to understand at first but they gradually touched my understanding..! Keep on writing as i would greatly miss them if they stopped.!
There is no chance I will ever stop writing poetry while I draw breath . Thank you for your support 🙂