At the beginning of the summer I made an Artist's Date with a place called Swaney Cove. I had hoped to swim there, but my new wetsuit broke (?!) so I was left pondering what to do after walking so far. I mooched about a bit, tested the water with my feet ... Freezing. I picked up some odd things that had been left by the sea on the white stones: a shell, a crab shell, and an egg-shaped pebble. Later on I found an empty egg shell on top of the cliff. These oddments seemed to mean something.
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| The beautiful Swaney Cove. |
So I sat, I listened to the sea, and I wrote. There are two poems that came out of my visit. One, the haiku, I decided to make into a small art work using the oddments that I found on the beach that day and the egg shell on the cliff...
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| Samphire scents the cliff ... |
