Dorset Year Book again

I also have a poem in the 2020 DYB: 100_3977

Sea blues (old and new)

I was an exile from the sea for many years
somewhere where no sea breezes could blow,
no salt rime fog glass, no sand invade
sandals and sandwiches. On this island Britain
you cannot get further from the sea
whichever way you travel than where
my life beached. My soul shrivelled.

I took each opportunity I could to return
to the sea’s salt lick, so its lithe power
could rehydrate tissues desiccated from the lack of it.
I spent my holidays on Grecian islands
surrounded by the sea, where the light is
pure and clear and clean. Where I could
suck up the colours of the Aegean, reciting
them in my head (and now here): turquoise, azure,
Prussian, cobalt, sapphire, bottle green,
aquamarine, jade and eau de nil ;
writhing sea mists there are baby blue
so pale they’re almost white; sometimes a pinkness
marks the edges between land and sea,
pale as Aphrodite’s veil of thinnest stuff.

Now the sea is just a few steps from
my English seaside home. It lubricates my life.
It breathes in and out like I do, with every wave and tide.
I see it every day. Each morning. Every night.
I greet it like the old friend that it is.

For here are the blues I missed so much,
not quite as dazzling in our northern light.
These are more metallic hues
than I have loved in waters further south.
Here is the hammered pewter sea which lies
under a dull, still day. Storms whip up breakers
the colour of an iron bar, tipped with lace.
On nights of the full moon a liquid path
of mercury leads, like a siren’s song,
to the horizon. And sometimes, rarely –
magical enough to make me hold my breath –
there is a Lalique-lilac sea at twilight,
its tiny ripples motionless as glass.

My exile now has ended: I am home.

Published by Judi Moore

Hi there, I hope you find something to interest you here. In December 2017 I published my fourth book – ‘Wonders will never cease’. It’s a satirical campus novel set in the fictional Ariel University in 1985. If you enjoyed Tom Sharpe’s Porterhouse novels, Willy Russell’s ‘Educating Rita’, David Lodge’s campus novels or Malcolm Bradbury’s ‘The History Man’ back in the day, you may enjoy revisiting the ivory towers of 1980s’ academe thirty years on. See what you think. “It is December, 1985. The year is winding gently towards its close until Fergus Girvan, a Classicist at Ariel University, finds his research has been stolen by the man who is also seeking to steal his daughter. But which man is, actually, the more unscrupulous of the two? And is there hope for either of them?” In the autumn of 2015 I published a volume of short fiction: 'Ice Cold Passion and other stories'. I am also the author of novella 'Little Mouse', a shortish piece of historical fiction which I published in 2014 and, a sequel to it, 'Is death really necessary?', my eco thriller set in the near future and which, confusingly, I published in 2009. All the books are available from all good online bookshops and FeedARead on paper, and as e-books on Kindle. On a semi-regular basis, and about a month after the event, I post here reviews which I do for Big Al & Pals, the premier reviewer of indie books, based in the States. My interests tend to thrillers, SF, magic realism and other quirky stuff. On this blog are also posted the reviews I did for Leighton Buzzard Music Club over some five years up to the end of 2015. LBMC present annual seasons of eight monthly chamber music concerts at the Library Theatre in Leighton Buzzard, Bucks. They select young musicians just beginning to make their name - and the concerts are usually magnificent. I was very proud to be associated with them. I review other music, books, theatre and exhibitions which I've particularly enjoyed.

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