Headlands

KC Bailey

by

Willingly, I lose
myself to the tide

restful draw of deepest blue
black. Waves caress,

enfold and submerge –
I emerge salt-scoured

beach buffed bare,
reborn of the Atlantic

water maiden walks on land; I stand,
stride on blonde sand

surrounded by summer shores
and heavenly headlands

at home amongst dune grasses
that waver on sound

another traveller, lost
and found.

KC Bailey’s publication credits include The Ekphrastic Review, Black Bough Poetry, Monkey Kettle, The Tide Rises, Black Flowers, Idle Ink, CaféLit and theBBC. She has an MA in Creative Writing and can be found on Twitter @KCBailey_Writer.