The Sky That Leads From the Sea

As I lay in your arms I count the clouds as they return from the sea

Today will be stormy and the gulls are seeking refuge in the town

Within the hour you will have set out to sea and I will not see you for a week and a day

In your absence I will let the storm gulls settle on my breast where they will remain until you return

Emily Broad 1894

 

Voyage

Our town gets smaller with every mile and sometimes disappears totally beneath the waves

Although I am cold wet and tired

I think only of you and our bed of gulls

Robert Broad 1894