Tuesday, 13 October 2015

A poem by Iris Anne Lewis

Dunwich


I am the sea,
that pounds on the cliffs,
that grinds up the rock,
that eats at the land.

I am the land,
that pastures the sheep,
that nurtures the grain,
that succours the town.

I am the town,
that barters the goods,
that hauls in the boats,
that founded the church.

I am the church
that cares for the soul,
that offers up prayers,
that rings out the bell.

I am the bell,
that tolls for the dead,
that chimes from the deep,
that calls from the sea.

I am the sea,
that pounds on the cliffs,
that grinds up the rock,
that eats at the land.




Iris Anne Lewis is a writer of poetry and short fiction. Originally from Wales she now lives in Gloucestershire. She has been published in the magazines Domestic CherryGraffiti  and Scribble as well as in the anthologies Kissing Frankenstein and An Eclectic Mix Volume 3. She has been invited to read her work at the Cheltenham Literary Festival in 2012, 2014 and 2015.
She composes most of her work while out walking with her faithful walking companion, Hector. Sometimes she even writes it down.  Please find her on Twitter (@IrisAnneLewis) and say hello.

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