The Tin-Mine …

In cairns of stone

the spoil-heaps of history

present the past to me ..

amid wind-stunted gorse

and pink bells of heather

butterflies flit erratically ..

I rest a while –

the path is stony and steep –

The old mine,

dignified in disrepair,

stands abandoned ..


the engine house

tenaciously hugs the cliff –

a seal plays in the turbulence below

the sea furrows

are white with foam;

the sky a dazzling blue;

how much brighter this light

to a tin-miner’s eyes;

how much more sparkling this sea ..

when he, too, perhaps, stood here refreshed

before making the weary descent toward home.

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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2 Responses to The Tin-Mine …

  1. Francina says:


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    Ciao, Francina

  2. atomsofstars says:

    Hello Francina ….

    Thank you very much …


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