Today I swam with a woman
who sang to the seagulls
she sang of midnight
she sang of poverty
she sang of fear
she sang to the sea.
Today I swam with a woman who sang of the broken
she sang to the sparrows
and she sang to me.
She sang of winter, of hunger and starving.
She sang of sorrow, she sang of greed.
She sang of hope, the fallen and dying.
Today she sang her song to me.
She sang of the spring that lives in her island
she sang of its wars, its people, its famines.
She sang of Athens, soup kitchens, hunger
of people queuing for food from Crete –
onions tomatoes bread and water.
She sang to the seagulls she sang to me.
She sang her song of cleaners and soldiers
she sang of the sailors, the driven, the hopeless
she sang of her sisters and brothers and poets
mothers of children whose lives hold no future.
She sang her song of the sea to me.
She sang of workers unpaid for their labour
she sang of shipyards, of builders and teachers
whose spirits were crushed, whose lives lay in pieces
she sang of her country she sang of the free.
Geraldine Green’s passion for and knowledge of the natural world and its spiritual energies has its roots and takes its cue from home ground, her native Cumbria. She has noted her ‘long and deep connection’ with Cumbria. She draws inspiration from light over water, tidal energy, the intent of the land combined with rich tellings of family and local memory. But her poems and prose-poems also travel the roads and the seas: from Cumbria to Kansas, New Mexico, Spain, Greece, New York, Skye and Turkey.
Assistant Editor Poetry Bay
Salt Road (pub. Indigo Dreams 2013)