tober to amelia, huron via roblin

in tobermory,
the singing sands
were silent
lake huron stayed a foot deep
for mile after mile
she was a calm native
woman, beautiful, as the sunset
brushed the day over
her body.

on beach,
a montreal couple cleaned up their
washing pots and clothing
preparing to sleep for the night
they smiled and nodded
in our direction-
the language
barrier kept everyone shy
but polite

the sun sank further,
turning pink on the wet brown
belly of land, which refused
to carry a single

the memory, weeks old
has followed me-
is forefront in my mind
as i stand on private
and hear kids laughing in a lake
starts where i end,
a chunk of earth under my feet
held firm by a grouping of white
roots flowing underneath,
humming loudly – anticipating the
already growing crowd on invited land
while more kids pile in the water
sing to one another.


About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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