A moment gone. This moment, now.
Ooh, where to start? Where to go? As ever a hundred and one ideas have come into my mind. Perhaps my fascination with words as a child. Perhaps the first time I shared poetry with a few friends in my twenties. Perhaps the first time I shared publicly with an art project in my thirties. Perhaps I should link to my passions, my heart and my mind. Perhaps I should stop for a moment. So, I have.
Let us live in this moment. Where we are. Where I am.
My best friend, my comrade, my mate, my (pretend) big brother, my confidant, my companion, my side by side explorer (or watcher of my me walks), my oh so often driver, my man of knowledge and contacts galore, my story maker, my buddy, my absolute adorable Alan; died two weeks ago today, this afternoon. His beautiful heart stopped and all I know is that he has opened mine. He was loved and adored so much by so many and most definitely me. I still talk with him every day and head out to his favourite places, discuss the weather, what we could do, which day of the week it is and wonder if he is out of bed yet. His favourite places are the beaches (I might be bias but I reckon he's smiling and agreeing). Two of these beaches I’ve been privileged enough to share poetry with and for. They link to two different projects. These have come into place in the last two weeks. Perhaps eerie, perhaps beautiful. Most definitely apt.
One project is Dynamic Dunescapes and their fantastic work across beaches in England and Wales. More specifically for me, Gwithian and The Towans, Cornwall. They wonderfully started sharing my poetry Friday 5th March and are doing so for five weeks. The other is Laura Drayson and her Copper Lichen. A digital design residency with Doorstep and Krowji. Her project starts at Porthtowan, Cornwall – Alan and mines favourite beach – where she leaves her beautiful art for you to discover on the trail.
Please do look into the wonderful work of both these projects through the links provided. Below are two of the poems I have written specifically for them. Poems I know Alan would enjoy listening to me read.
Down to the coast
To the sands
Tracing prints of birds, dogs; you.
The rambling man
Where sun trails
Pour over bronzed skin
Meandering deep dunes
These golden grains of life
Turned by tales made and yet to arrive
Shaping gold that moves with the soul
Paved by wailing winds and waves
Travels chased and called
Singing, yes, yes my love, be our shadows
Move with the breeze
Dance with the sun's light we have seized
The call of toads
The song of birds
The whispering grasses
Chanting as you stroll
Up, up, up
Across, over and down
Creating trails and sounds
You, the rambling man.
Soul awakening sound
Of the waves and the copper ground
Carried in echoes of the land
Of lives past and lives bound
In the oceans and moving sands
Thump of foot
Thump of man
Thump of the copper ground
Colours of time
Colours of travel
Clouds of copper speech
Touched and taken
All within this lands formation.
Laura Drayson Instagram
Love you Al, always will xxxx
18/3/2021 09:28:16 am
Beautiful Beth. Lots of love xxx 😘
18/3/2021 10:15:54 am
Really nice words sis and a great way to remember a close friend.
19/3/2021 11:16:33 pm
Your words always find a way to bring souls into the present. You are a wonderful person and I'm so glad you have such a kind heart for remembering those dearest. You're shining bright.
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Bethan loves the tales of life. From a moment of truth to the journeys we create with our wanders and imagination.