Response to a recent poem by Mark Roper.
For me this is swimming in the water at Dooey beach, Donegal. The day was sunny and windy and rainy and warm. The sea was pretty choppy, the small waves slapping me in the face as I tried to swim into them. I lay on my back and was buoyed up and down.
The following lines are from a new collection of poetry by Waterford-based poet Mark Roper. This is the link to buy a copy of A Gather Of Shadow: http://www.dedaluspress.com/p/a_gather_of_shadow
The water, peat-stained, clear,
hung still as silence over its bed
of rounded, overlapping stones.
You stripped, waded straight in
and began to swim away.