The Gorse

Saffron headlands, sweet
Almond smelling, alive with
Bees pollinating;
Blue glass water on shingle
Lapping, time lapping on me.

Oh that you could feel
This sun, breathe in this heavy
Air and see with me
The gorse afire on Beauport,
Golden in silence.

Jersey 1966/67

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  1. It was really good to see this poem of Aidan`s – it brought back many memories of a special man. I have been meaning to go to the web site to see his poetry and haven`t got round to it. Thank you Jane for forwarding this and I hope to be in touch with Aidan`s thoughts through his poetry regularly from now on. Adrian

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