
ocean’s roar and the
glory of sunlit turquoise
fill me with gladness136
infp, life & love, photo, poem & prose
ocean’s roar and the
glory of sunlit turquoise
fill me with gladness136
for MWG
First word she’d scratched on slate. Shaping her days and dreams, she loved sound, colour and stone better than her name. ‘Yes love – our Cornish sea be turquoise.’
Daddy held Anna’s hand tightly on clifftop walks. Her enthusiasm made her careless, he said. ‘So does yours,’ she told him, at his funeral, on her fifth birthday. ‘You an’ Sharkey an’ your stupid fishin’ in the turquoise in the storm.’
Years later, Sharkey’s lad proposed. ‘Nah,’ she said. But then she saw his ring.
T-u-r-q-u-o …