Wednesday 1 July 2009

St Ives Cornwall - Poetry

I spotted this graffiti on a wall along Fore Street.

Did a search on Google and discovered that its a poem by Fleur Conkling Heyliger, first published around 1952, called:

"The Answer (to an adopted child)".

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  1. Winter in St. Ives

    Looking up at the egg shell white skies
    Wisped with misty wintered greys
    A rainy postcard panorama
    Of a certain earthly amaze.

    Pulling my coat around my mouth
    The battling chill crowns my head
    Coastline gulls waddle on the mirroring wet sand
    Swept from the unforgettable colours of the oceans bed.

    Into restaurants and into coffee houses
    The rare few haste to keep warm
    An unique contrast of summer
    With all its feverous, raucous swarm.

    Gazing out at the stately homes stacked on rustic mossy rocks
    Dark green trees thread themselves in the thrilling fabric of the hills
    Hearing the bluster against the many boat masts
    While an intoxicating calm in me quickly distils.

    This is a place so at ease with its own hibernation
    Merrily exposing a different character that is wondrously undressed
    And as I take in the rows of closed shops
    The feeling left isn’t one of emptiness but one of being blessed.

    © Daniel North