Writer’s Delight

Oh, to be naked and writing by the beach

to hear the summer wind’s winnowing plea.

Basking in white heat alone atop the dunes

safe to savour the siren of the wave’s tunes.


Squinting in sun my eyes upon the horizon feast;

endless expanses of blue from the west to the east.

A place beyond memory or ticking, tocking time

without judgment for all the wicked sins of mine.


…oh, to be naked and writing again beside the sea

to feel the breeze once more kissing my long locks free.


© K.N.Liddington



*Writer’s notes:

This piece was written on holiday last year, as the poem suggests, at one with nature in a secluded spot on a beach, in beautifully bright Gran Canaria. Revised and edited for reflective effect.





The wind was howling through the trees and it felt as if something was surely about to give way and come crashing down.

Inside his body was warm and his breath invisible, to look out across forest and sea gave him a great rush – to be at the centre of a storm whilst impervious to its violence.

Occasionally the wind would propel small bursts of smoke into the room but otherwise, the castle was a fortress.

That is unless your torment already lies within; steadily he turned to look back towards the library, a single shudder passing through him.


© K.N.Liddington


The waves approach in grey swathes,

The peach-swollen sun ripples its grace.

I have come, here, to the water’s edge

A man without life, a man on a ledge.

Toes in the water, my mind in limbo…

Could this just be a dream though?

© K.N.Liddington


Saturn’s mysterious moon – Enceladus!

Oh! Please, won’t you enamour us?

With your many geysers and oceans,

Forgive us, our humble emotions.


The thought of hidden water and wonder,

Far, from our quivering Earth’s thunder…

Covered in ice, you shining space mirror,

Oh! How you reflect the sky’s shimmer.


Tell! How did your silver shores feel?

When Cassini your beauty did reveal?

Images of your secret treasure troves,

Sent back to human’s screens in droves.


What more to know and discover…?!

Will you be our lonely planet’s lover?

Until then we will continue to adore,

You, the great Enceladus, evermore.

© K.N.Liddington

The Dromedary

There in the budded musk,

Sanded brown at dusk.

Defiant pillars to the winds,

Bountiful strength within.


Alone – in the hot, thick night,

Nought but downy dunes in sight.

There go the silent shepherds,

In their slow, musky herds.


Hail – the dromedary! Creatures quite extraordinary.

Camelus dromedarius, gentle and mysterious.

© K.N.Liddington


The winds brushing the palm trees,

Singing our soft and silent ease.

The warm painted walls dispel,

The clanging toll of London’s bell.

Sand and sea entice and murmur,

Could your cares and worries be further?

The muffled echoes of tranquil streets,

Caress and offer sun-kissed treats.

Heaven, heaven am I really here?

Did that darkling cloud truly clear?

Spanish guitar and sweet-iced sangria,

Blessed in the boughs of violet bougainvillea.

© K.N.Liddington