A Writers Bloc workshop feature
August 27
I never thought
With a thousand winds against my back and the waves of solace breaking through a foamy white-washed sunset
That I would emerge as the victorious lover
On a side full of bright light and ever-glowing pandemonium
This chaos with the beach and the rocks falling, cliffs beckoning, lives entangling
Had never seemed so calm
Than now, when the present opens and blooms like the first spring flower
A magnolia falling aimlessly within the black backdrop of broken branches
My heart said yes to the believing
But nothing else stands in the doorway
Except my own misgivings
And the stain of yet more fearful limbs
Editor's note
Our feature for this week, Bridget Conway's 'August 27', is a poem filled with action, movement and colour
Her writing is frenetic and imparts its story in jumps and leaps - a delight to read and re-read.
Bridget Conway Writes
Bridget Conway is a poet, writer, editor, and critic currently residing in Sydney. She is a hippie at heart and has previously worked as a florist and horse-riding instructor and is now studying youth work full-time, whilst taking care of her two beloved cats. You can check out her daily musings on her blog. www.bridgetconwaywrites.com Twitter: @BridgetCWrites Instagram: bridgetconwaywrites Facebook: www.facebook.com/bridgetconwaywrites