This edition of Motley Poetry features a poem by Edel Hanley entitled “The Sea”
I stare out as the sanguine sea
Moves in with the rising tide,
The gulls scatter quick
And leave me behind, stationary.
I am detached and displaced,
I long to dismantle your menace;
The way in which you haunt me
Like a spectre.
Now the sun paves a new route
As it reclines behind the horizon,
Do not be fooled;
“Friendship is full of dregs”
And it will cease
To call us back here, once more
To remember a distant memory
From when we were younger,
Then we shall see
Methuselah standing at the shore;
Fruitless and aged,
With empty palms.