almost there

the moors have been quiet
but I expect eyes
sighs and whispers
movements swiftly in the heather

I don’t mind dwelling here at night
regardless of the weather
I stay here sitting by the cliff
as I feel well at home in restless darkness
yorkshire wise

here forgotten dreams
come back to live with me
and keep me company
in my last hour

I hear the waves
roll on the beach
to bring pebbles
polished smoothly

for no reason

old grave stones rising in the mist
each with a faded name
they tell me
I have been here
only to be forgotten soon
like the bones once buried here
the people no more missed and rotten
but loved by those who
carried them up the cliff to rest

my mind has picked out scenes like this
that I love best to get me through the brightness
of this
my last morning
as light is much too reasonable
unkind to wanderings or ease and never right

I close my eyes now
dusty sunlight
is invading the old abbey
I feel at home
and sleep for ever
here in peace

picture by Ina, Whitby, March 2, 2012

Comments on: "almost there" (18)

  1. Beautiful, very evocative Ina. Whitby is a lovely place and you’ve captured the feeling of being there.

  2. I used to live within driving distance of Whitby and went there quite often – as dfb says, you have captured it perfectly, especially the mystery of the abbey. I love ‘dusty sunlight’ and the solitary line ‘for no reason’.

    • Hi BH
      thank you very much. The abbey dominates the landscape and makes you wonder what life must have been like in those days.
      I hope you enjoyed your visits there too! πŸ™‚

  3. Your poem conveys very well the atmospheric feel I get when I visit that graveyard – particularly in the rain.

    Clearly you have come away with a great fondness for Whitby.



    • Hi David
      thank you very much.
      The graveyard there has something mystic I think. In mist, it must look even more impressive, like on the pic that you made.
      We liked Whitby very much, from the steambus to the Esk Belle, the Abbey and the Dolphin, and of course the Jet πŸ™‚

  4. tikarmavodicka said:

    Hi Ina,

    I’ve only seen Whitby through photographs.
    Your poem though and lovely photograph reminded me of all those images I’ve seen and evoked that sense of mystery that seems to exude from the ruins of the Abbey.
    The images and feelings you re-captured, guided me through an unknown yet familiar environment.
    I very much enjoyed this wonderful poem and your experiances of Whitby.


    • Hi Tikarma

      Whitby has remained it’s Victorian appeal, even with the cars that, in spite of the steep and small streets, are everywhere. Somehow it is not over- obvious that it is a tourist spot, and there are also activities that have nothing to do with tourism. It is a great place to experience England I think πŸ™‚ and the people I met were all very patient and friendly. The second time we entered the same pub, we were part of the family so to speak lol, which is always nice. It felt like we had always lived there.

      Maybe you and your husband could visit the UK! πŸ™‚ Make it a (second) honey moon? I think you might enjoy painting the abbey! πŸ™‚ Esp. against a dark grey sky, it is a great dramatic sight!

      Thank you very much for your kind comment. πŸ™‚

  5. Ina, a lovely, hauntingly beautiful poem! Makes me wish to travel there…

    • Hi Betty, it was a bit gloomy perhaps πŸ™‚ but it really is a nice place. If you travel there, you won’t regret it! πŸ™‚

  6. Beautiful Ina. Soft and full of wanderings.

  7. This is really one of my favorites of yours…such a haunting atmosphere…certainly made me think of the Brontes…

    ‘I feel well at home in restless darkness
    yorkshire wise…’

    As I do, Ina, as once more your bring it all back to me!

    • Hi Diane
      the darkness in Yorkshire (the Moors) is really dark, very lonesome.
      Whitby is a bit of an island in those Moors I think πŸ™‚

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