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    To the Sea
    To the Sea
    To the Sea
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    To the Sea

    By Katrine Ritchie

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    To the sea is inspired by people, places and individuals who have stolen my heart. It explores common themes that weave through the complexity of life, creating its rich tapestry. Love and loss feature large, but other threads are present too including hope and dreams. To the seas style is deliberately stark, the imagery bold. The reader may find some of the poems dark, others wistful, and a few maybe will raise a smile. They are written to share some of lifes experiences understanding that even although each of the poems is personal, they might resonate with the reader and create conversations.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse UK
    Release dateSep 20, 2013
    ISBN9781481776042
    To the Sea
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    Katrine Ritchie

    This is the second volume of poems published by Katrine Ritchie, her first with Authorhouse. Katrine grew up in the middle of England, miles from the coast. Her aim was always to live within sight and sound of the sea, a dream which came true in December 2009 when Katrine and her husband moved from mainland Scotland to the Shetland Isles. It’s a rare day now when Katrine doesn’t get to walk on the beach with her beloved dogs, seal spotting, bird watching, just ‘being’ next to the ocean in sight of Sumburgh Head. When Katrine isn’t walking the shore, she is a teacher working with adults developing in professional roles.

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      To the Sea - Katrine Ritchie

      A Giant of a Man

      A big bright light is fading

      The fight is nearly done

      The laughter has been silenced

      A giant of a man is leaving centre-stage

      There will be no more tales of adventure

      No more derring-do

      No more quirky smiles

      It’s all over bar the finish

      A big heart is quietening

      Kindly words are done

      The sparkle in the eye is dim now

      A distant memory

      The spirit is spent

      The giant of a man needs to bow out

      There’s no thought of a tomorrow

      As the giant takes his final steps

      No suitcase for this journey

      Neither tickets nor passport required

      No postcards to be sent

      The giant of a man is leaving

      No forwarding address

      A Glimpse of Light

      There’s a place by the side of the road

      Unmarked

      No tyre tracks on the road or verge

      Nothing’s disturbed

      No dead flowers mark the spot

      There’s nothing to see

      No sign that something happened here

      Except for the glimpse of light

      Like a door held slightly ajar

      Beckoning you into another space

      That you can’t see

      Only feel

      It’s a bright light all the same

      Which spills unwillingly it seems on to the black road

      Casting a strange shadow at the corner’s edge

      It’s not always there though

      Sometimes the door must be closed

      Angel fingers must pull it to

      Keeping lookers out

      Maybe holding seers in

      Sometimes I’m not sure it’s there at all

      But still know it is

      As it lights my way

      Autumn’s Boy

      The evening light fades early now

      Glimpses of new days come late

      But in the gloom of the darkness that settles

      Rogue buds can bloom and sometimes do

      Just as bright stars light shady tapestries in unexpected moments

      In enveloping shade, Autumn’s Boy came scampering

      Burning bright, inviting fun

      And different paths briefly

      Old and new, the living and the dying touching space

      One light fading

      The other vivid, telling of days to come

      Streaked with the hues of the fading season

      Autumn’s Boy found his feet

      Drawing joy from chasms dug out by anticipated grief

      They smile knowing he breathes life, is life

      And he loves it

      Darting, coursing, playing with its gentle touch

      Making his mark on sad hearts

      Old feet are quieter than they were in today’s mid-autumn light

      Frosts are

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