this post belongs to the language/place blog carnival #8: "The poetry of place". it's also a contribution to photo friday's theme "Seashore".
alcudia, or: almost
a poetic place that keeps drawing me to it, that i feel drawn to, is the Bay of Alcudia on Mallorca Island. a place where elements meet: stone, water, sky. a place that looks and feels slightly different every day. a place that invites to sit and wonder. to contemplate time and space, and life at large.
the ocean, there: a huge reflection pond. it probably is no surprise that Miro spent some time here, to paint.
the bay itself: this zone of shifting realms, between land and sea, between safe ground and the vast ocean. it's not the orderly, swept and brushed sand tourist beach up there. it's natural bay, pebbles, shells, pieces of wood, washed up algae. there is a nature resort, too. lots of birds. seagulls, herons, finches, and the ones that keep walking along the beach. like me.
sometimes, i find a poem there.
I gather tao pebbles
To take along, once more
When I hear the call
I try to focus, yet all I catch
Is the huge vast blue
Of the day before leaving
I stand and wait
For the next wave
the poem, i didn't submit it or anything. i just put it up in the blog i had back then. some days later, i noticed that someone left a comment. or rather: a poem. in response. without leaving a name.
the vast of blue---
precarious the balance---
the birds as guides.
back home, the mystery got solved in an e-mail conversation: the response had arrived from marica arrieta, whose poetry often picks up on real and metaphorical landscapes, like here, in add paint, which opens with these lines:
field guide. bliss. birds. pencils. circles.
indeterminate. transform. ecclectic. sage.
rain & sun. the coast. we travel.
during another stay at the bay, i tried to capture the evershifting mood of it in a flash installation. i just looked for it, it's still online: Elements
there also is a short video of the waves online, here: shore stones
one of the fascinations of this place probably is that you can't really capture it.