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.




Indifferent Beauty

I once more, sit alone, jarring the beauty around

With the cooing of the sea’s indifferent sound.

                                                © 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


Heed The Call Of The Wild



Heed the call of the wild,

Seek and discover Nature’s child,

Breathe in that salty wind,

As the shadow of our hearts rescind.

Feel the echoes and shivers,

As the gusts whip up the rivers,

Cobwebs of ache torn apart,

Here in the Scottish tempest’s heart.

Then in to the warm embrace,

Of a homely hearth, fire ablaze.

To sip on whisky and winter,

Content as our souls sinter.

© K.N.Liddington

The Gardens of Singapore

The sleek steel tendrils lifted,

To the sky, the green they gifted.

People walk touching the clouds,

Swathed in warm leafy shrouds.

Gentle star lights glimmering,

Nature and human design-imaging.

This divine cohabitation –

Offers up to all some salvation.

The yellow and violet sky

Winks down with weepy eye.

To see man and nature be free,

Finding at last some sweet harmony.

© K.N.Liddington