My Columbine Valentine. For H B-C-M

Two years ago now, we were at sea! The sentiments expressed here though are before, contemporary and beyond. It’s all for you. Thank you. From the heart.

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My seaside Valentine

If I could choose

Just one

Moment in time

To take ahead with me

Into unfathomable eternity

Governed by uncertain deity


It would be

Standing Forward

Bedecked by you

( and, in my mind’s eye,

two ghost dogs

standing by)

On our voyage sublime

Watching the watery world slide by

The Pacific, painted by

Glacial blues


Gelato cream confusion

Melting into the black mirrored swell

As scimitar shaped birds

Slice the crested waves

Balletic marine fencers

Weaving, careening and

En Garde!


The ocean’s ceaselessly hungering mouth

Restless, inscrutable, immutable

Breathing, deep water scheming

Its owners have

But scant regard

for our lumbering vessel –

Man made iron muscle –

Outflanked and bested

By shearwater and petrel

Undone by dolphin and iridescent Dorado.

It is as though we were

Tipping over the Equator

Outstripping day and date

Adventuring, ever southwards

Our ship in full spate

Speed baffling knots

Nautical miles

Our beating hearts rate.



This would be the moment I’d choose to take.



and I

Yours and mine




To be specific

My salt spray adored

My seaside companion

My maritime best friend

My own worlds end

My sweetwater , Columbine







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Cam ceilog – on “the quickening of the year”

Dylan delivers our milk,

Rich, creamy, butter yellow white

Blessed by mountain angels and Swiss cows

Each mouthful, pure delight.

It is 5:15 pm when he pulls into the yard

And Dinas Head still shimmers with duskling light

Dog days of January,

Murky, misty Saturday night.

“It’s as if the year is taking chicken steps” he says

The longer days are creeping into being.

Cam ceilog.

And he drove on

Much more for him to do.

This week gifted us Candlemas,

“Imbolc” as the Celts would have it.

Crocus, snowdrops, wild primrose

All peeping through the coming grass

Finca scrambling the old stone walls

And two daffodils crowning the cairn

On a windswept, frosted Carningli,

Bracken brown dejected.


Others also work long days,

On into the darkness

Injecting fresh hope

Raising possibilities of renewal.

Diminishing at least a portion

Of year long

Gloom and fear.

Salutations to our NHS

Raise a glass to

The milk of human kindness


Cam ceilog

And the quickening of the year.