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‘An Ebb Tide’ by Muriel Cowan

August 20, 2014



Ebb tide.

Cellophane sea.

Lemon drop sky.

Taupe sand supporting stolid black rock.

Origami images of people past.

Glide to the sea’s margin .

Then slide beneath the water’s to and fro.

Dissolved; merged and mingled.


A return to the present.

A quiet plod to the shore.

A steady, silky calm.

Then the certain knowledge;

That memories will be returned

With the neep tide.



© Muriel Cowan



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