Paul Steffan Jones



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By: Paul Steffan Jones
Posted in: Poetry


Caldey Island

viewed through condensation

on a sash window

as surfers harness sacrificed waves

the clocks gone back

in this corner

of an underated jewel

that is our country

scintillating for us today

you have scintillated for me

since our first meeting

where I sensed something familiar about you

I recognised in you

the unsung industrious

unconditional love

of the notable females

of my childhood

love never ends

leads us to this place

where the land ends

and hands over to the sea

where the sea ends

and hands over to the land


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