Midsummer Night 2016

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The full moon rose as we left the heath
from the teasing chirrs of nightjars
to make our way to Dunwich beach,
drawn by lazy sounds of  tired sea sighs
drowned by our trodden crunch of pebbles.


The shoreline  lit by a glowing moon,
which beamed down on layered clouds
laying a silver path on  rippled waves,
right to our feet, the whispering  edge
of  surf’s seductive susurration.


If we could walk that shimmering track
what attractions would delight beyond?
Moonlight on water  illuminates longing
reflected light  with no link to meaning
— yet it calls to our ancient memories.
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