Today I’m delighted to host a poem by my good friend Anne Steward, from her second poetry collection, The Colour of Light, recently published by Maytree Press.
Beachcomber Stone made pebble, made grit, made sand, ground by pulsing, tidal force. Each beach a match, red, black, white, grey, gold for many-hued clays become bone-hard crust, worn away under water’s weight while deep within, rocks melt and roil like syrup brought to a rolling boil, moving plated-slabs to grind and rise, lifting mountains, folding land, so slowly we rarely feel Earth’s turbulent dance. Till there’s a shift, a sudden thrill to shake from us our dream of kings to pebbles rolling on the beach helpless in the drifting surf awaiting a beachcomber who never comes.
Anne Steward My family is at my core. I was a teacher, bookseller, and volunteered overseas. I have a love for the natural world, travel and capturing what I see and feel in poetry, prose and photography. My first collection, Casting for Words, was published by CMP as a result of a NAWG competition. My second book, The Colour of Light, has been published by Maytree Press. Beachcomber is from this collection. The lovely cover image is by Claire Jefferson. It chimes with my theme to perfection. The books are available from me (email email@example.com), the Holmfirth bookshop, Read, and the Fairtrader shop, also in Holmfirth. The Colour of Light can also be bought from Amazon. James Nash, a noted poet wrote, to my surprised delight: Anne Steward’s poetry is a miracle of observation. Her photographer’s eye and philosophical mindset gives us writing to feed both the senses and the soul.