Creative Writing

Poetry: The Window

The Window

You opened a window on your world

And a sudden rush of sea breeze

Tossed my hair, touched my face,

Brought the taste of sea salt in its’ wake.

And I could hear your footsteps

On the rocky path,

Winding their way


Round the craggy headland.

Could see with your eyes

The misty morning colours,

Sea and sky blended from soft pastels,

A peaceful palette, a gentle awakening.

You smiled and asked me in.

But I could only stand transfixed,

Trapped in my own world

On the other side

Of the window.


©Bernie Delaney



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