Coastal Menorca


Shaded breeze, infused with

earth baked needle pine

caresses skin, salt stung.

Silt sand, amber   

with polished pebble,

roll and sigh to

waves’ rough tussle.

Shrubs low slung, defiant green

cling to falling ridges;

whilst sea, cobalt blue

flashes through

heat cracked, lava licked rock.

This island suffers

Nature’s mercurial whim

and through her fingers

stone, blood red, crumbles.


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A man who is trying to find a place in the world of today, and daring to hope there is work out there to energise and fulfil. I have a lot of life experiences and reflections to share, from a rather neurotic, self doubting perspective(!)

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