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   sliding sun

    wavers a path 

across the sea

    which way does the tide pull?

ripples      on wet sand


          through your    


shimmer it back      not quite 




                    your ankles     

draws you 


                                the calling waves

I want to fold my hands around you

cradle you in my cupped palms 

past sea holly and marram grass 

to the shelter of the trees 

abide with you on sweet-scented earth


            a dove is calling

‘Limen’ first appeared in The Amethyst Review on 28th March 2020

About Marian

Originally from Zimbabwe, Marian Christie now lives in Southeast England. When not reading or writing poetry, she looks at the stars, puzzles over the laws of physics, listens to birdsong and crochets gifts for her grandchildren.

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