‘Le Coeur Volant’ won the 1992 Dorothy Shoemaker Literary Award Contest.
It was published in the collection of winning entries The Changing Image. The judges were Joseph Gold and Veronica Ross
Le Coeur Volant
He loved her
long before she
understood
how deception
blew circles
as playful
and as cutting
as whipped up
North Sea sand
around their
labouring feet
He smiled at her
and drew her forcefully
into his embrace
soft as still sand
that hides
the many pollutions
that filtered
through their lives
How can we reconcile
that this
ever-changing sea
so dear to us
so much a part of our existence
is dying as
as we are dying
and as we are losing ourselves
again and again
to time
They walked through soft sand
then he drew near
then he drew away
like that time
when the current
pulled him in
and he barely
was able
to save his life
When I looked
askance
to find you
I winced
as fate
glanced back
You were not alone
and I wondered
if once more
I was wasting
my good fortune
The policeman
and those dressed up people
from the past
Germans speaking French
directing Flemish men and women
to re-enact
a moment in the past
so long ago it seemed
until my mind stumbled
on a piece
of blown-up
bunker
We stepped through soft sand
drawing back
and then
drawing forcefully together
and my heart drained
as I considered
the many lives
I would never live
The dying sea
and that not yet
forgotten war
The daytime tourists
unwanted in a town
that favours to offer refuge
to the greedy bunch
of ever richer people
The force of the tide
that could have killed you
and my pain
at a love long lost
The wind
that reminds us
with arrows
of crystallized grains
and pulverized shells
or the log
stranded there
from a time
long past
With the sun
of a sudden
reflecting
a deep smile
she told him
that life might be
a sad tale
after all
They loved
long before they understood
that love
like the greedy seagull
is only happy
when it soars
aloft
in a speckless sky