At Longniddry Bents,
the teeth of the sea gnawing
the horizon’s blues.
Seven days on from dad’s death,
I walk this unfamiliar shoreline
unsure how I should feel,
at the meniscus of making-do.
i.m. James Lavelle, 1934-2022
Longniddry, East Lothian, 19 September 2022
4 thoughts on “The Teeth of the Sea”
So sorry to hear about your dad, Brian. I know Longniddry quite well as I have good friends who live there. In fact, that was where I was staying when we met up in Edinburgh a few years ago during the ‘Beast from the East’. Take care. Laurence
Thanks, Laurence. It’s been a rough few weeks, but we’re taking it day by day now. I remember you were staying at Longniddry when we met up before. It’s a lovely part of East Lothian.
I am so sorry, Brian, about the loss of your dad. A very difficult time, indeed. I hope your memories and ability to write about him brings you great comfort.
Thank you, Lynn. It’s been difficult, but we are getting through it as best we can. I have so many happy memories of the wonderful man he was, too, and these things are a fine fixative for the heart.
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