Vertiginous winding to the lighthouse top
where the weak or faint hearted are tempted to stop
pressing on, ever on, up the ladder we climb
to look over the seascape remembered in rhyme
And I do, and I do want to stand with you here
looking over the Bay maybe year after year
as the seagulls below us who bask in the sun
have their fish still to catch, we have work to be done
Weaving poetry, spiralling throughout our lives
telling tales of the townspeople, husbands and wives
and their children who play in the rockpools below
singing songs of the past, to the future we grow…
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An update on Wounds I Healed
Having read through the manuscript of Wounds I Healed several times, I have now moved on to the process of creating the physical book. This is an exciting (albeit time-consuming) part of the publishing journey. Please bear with me, and excuse my absence from the blogosphere while I continue this work. I will do my best to catch up with commenting and reading when I get a spare moment! Watch this space for further updates….
LOVE this piece, Ingrid. Such wonderful imagery and beautiful flow. Amazing.💕🙌💕
Thank you so much Grace! 🤗💕
Truly a pleasure 💕
This also, like Bjorn’s has a “cinematopic” feel to it….can be seen, felt, followed. Wonderful writing.
Thank you Ain!
I can’t comment on your post, Ain, but I was sorry to learn of this tragic loss.
A wonderful, hopeful view toward the future, Ingrid.The rhythm of this delightful poem mirrors the walk up the winding stairs of the lighthouse. The photo is stunning! <3
Thank you, Cheryl: it is an interesting place! ❤️
Such beautiful thoughts and images of life and lighthouses. I loved hearing you read the other poem, too, which seemed right from the Romantics and your beloved Lake District.
No need to apologize for not being around–especially when you’re so busy!
Thanks Merril. I just don’t have time to do much reading, that’s why I’m not posting so often 😅
I understand that completely. The reading that takes so much time. 😊 (See how long it took me to get back to this comment?)
I think it’s wonderful when a place can become a landmark in one’s life.
Indeed, Ken: a landmark and an anchor!
A beautiful poem, Ingrid, that speaks of a rich and rewarding life. 💞 We are here, cheering you and your important project on. 👏🏻
Thank you, Michele: I appreciate it 💖
You are welcome, Ingrid. 💖 Thank you for sharing your poetic gifts and for your dedication in bringing the voices of strong women to the public!
It is an honour and a privilege! 🙏💕
Lovely poem, Ingrid, I enjoy the ebb and flow of this. It was also lovely to hear you read tonight! Hope you are well, the Wounds I healed anthology looks to be wonderful 🙂
Thank you, Sunra, it is going to be a wonderful book!
This is incredibly heart-touching, Ingrid! I can picture the; “the seagulls below us who bask in the sun,”.. it was wonderful to hear you read tonight 💝💝
Thank you, Sanaa – and thank you for hosting! 💖
Loved. Especially since you left me with hope in future. Loved.
Be well dear friend. Supporting you. XoXo
Thank you, Selma – I appreciate your words of kindness! 💕
The circle (or spiral) continues. (K)
Powerful poem shared Ingrid with such great imagery and faith like the book has been with so many stories of strength. Wishing you perseverance in the final leg. Good ob and thanks for all of your work!! 💖💖
The final leg may well be the longest 😅 but we’ll get there 💖💕
indeed! Hang in there!! You’re doing great!
The last line is such a gift. Gorgeous poem, Ingrid! And, happy book processing! 😁
Thank you Jeff 😄
Welcome, Ingrid. Always. 😁
Beautifully done, Ingrid. Inspiration from the top of the lighthouse! That would really work!
Certainly! Thanks Dwight 🙏
You are welcome!
This was lovely Ingrid. Lighthouses are magical places and your gentle rhyme took us up that staircase full of wonder, ☺️
Thank you, Christine: full of wonder, and mild peril 😅
A lovely poem, nice rhymes, and I loved the pic!
Thanks so much!
“we have work to be done
Weaving poetry, spiralling throughout our lives”
Very encouraging words gor the poets.
Happy you dropped by my blog
I really like the thought of a using the lighthouse as a metaphor.
Wonderful imagery of life and lighthouses and the innate rhythm is beautiful, Ingrid. I was listening to the recording a while ago and really enjoyed it. But you sounded a bit tired. I hope you are keeping well.❤️
Your hands are full with the book, it’s okay to not keep up with writing. All the best for all the hard work you are putting in. 👍🏼🙏🏼
Thanks Punam: a bit tired is right 😅 but I’ll get there ❤️
You are welcome. You sure will. 🥰
Lovely imagery and a feel of being home, Ingrid. 🙂
Thank you Susi 😊
You’re welcome, dear Ingrid! 🙂
Such an elevating piece. Glad you’re managing your tasks well. Wounds I healed is indubitably going to be a hit out of the ballpark. 💖🌺
Thank you Lamittan: I do hope so, given the quality of the work included 🤩
Yes. We can only hope for the best. Feel most welcome 💖 💖