Harlyn
Harlyn
‘Harlyn’ is a poem for anyone who has ever run along a cliff path and felt their senses come alive. The colours of the sea surround this energetic poem as a reminder of life’s natural wonders.
Open edition print
Measures 29.5cm x 29.5cm to fit a 30cm x 30cm frame
Printed onto Colorplan White Frost, 175gsm
Hand foiled gold logo detail
All work is copyright of Kate Phipps Writes
unless otherwise stated ©2019
Price includes postage
Harlyn
I parked my car at Harlyn Bay put on my shoes and ran the way,
along the rugged coastal track, I felt the wind at my back.
I could see the blowhole up ahead where years ago we had said
so many things to each other, long before I became a mother.
When I was me and you were you, two silhouettes just out of view.
I ran fast and hard as I was able I heard the sea whisper rhyme and fable,
saw the shadows of lost souls breaking bows and ripping holes.
I felt alive and so breathless free, in that moment by the sea,
then reluctant turned and ran away, but I left my heart at Harlyn Bay.
© Kate Phipps Writes
