Tonight I walked the lengths
of St Kilda and St Clair,
those two beneficent, oceanic sisters
whose sands have long grounded and caressed my feet,
whose hazy pastel light and eternal fluid breathing
have long felt like home.
Tonight, as I walked
I gathered my cloaks of determination and of faith
and wrapped them tightly around myself
against which no wind, no matter how cold nor cruel,
could stop me in my march.
St Kilda and St Clair let forth their waves,
pounding a rhythmic battle song
that now sings in my heart.
When I stood
energised and exhilarated
on a sand hill and saluted my leave
I knew that I was ready.
More about Lyne and her company Bipeds Productions
of St Kilda and St Clair,
those two beneficent, oceanic sisters
whose sands have long grounded and caressed my feet,
whose hazy pastel light and eternal fluid breathing
have long felt like home.
Tonight, as I walked
I gathered my cloaks of determination and of faith
and wrapped them tightly around myself
against which no wind, no matter how cold nor cruel,
could stop me in my march.
St Kilda and St Clair let forth their waves,
pounding a rhythmic battle song
that now sings in my heart.
When I stood
energised and exhilarated
on a sand hill and saluted my leave
I knew that I was ready.
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