For no man they say
But here the tide swallows
The whole of the bay.
Where once we called home
The ocean laps high
We swam and we paddled
And we waved it goodbye.
But the waves kept on coming
And still they rise now
Oh to stem back the waters
I wish I knew how.
I'll wait for that message
A voice in the dark
To tell me that it's time
To begin on my ark.
© James Bessant
Sea Change: the Bay of Bengal's vanishing islands
James lives in London, and has been writing stories and poems for some years. His blog can be found at jamesbessant.blogspot.co.uk
Sea Change: the Bay of Bengal's vanishing islands
James lives in London, and has been writing stories and poems for some years. His blog can be found at jamesbessant.blogspot.co.uk
