in Catalonia I

View from the headland, north of Llançà, Catalonia,

La tramuntana
turns the beach
vertical, lifting it
towards a cleanswept blue
where tiptilting gulls
fly backwards.

It’s not quite the right photo, of course, but the tramontane wind blew so hard for four of the five days of my recent trip that I couldn’t see or think or focus. I could hardly stand upright most of the time, so was pleased to find even a few lines of poetry, without worrying about whether I had appropriate pictures to use alongside.

A painter’s light, you said,
but I saw nothing,
eyes scrunched against
drifting sand and tufts
of cottonwood.

coast north of Llançà, Catalonia, Catalunya

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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