A Tanka At Criccieth

A butterfly a-flutterflying.

Old Cefalù

Copious cafeteria emanate with the aroma of coffee served in sips.

See Saint Sicilian Flavia dive dance-like ‘to the sea b’yond Palermo’s reach.

Seabreeze.

Sunhat ‘n crabbing bucket – rock-pool girl! She watches where her sandaled-feet stone-stand.

Shattering the feedback-loop!

I told her of the stag of memory; of th’earth; of private moments lived; of th’night.

I see myself still strolling.

Lapped waves wash, broken-crested – I am young.

T’was o’er ‘n through this coastly scene we traced the tracks of mem’ry.