Rising, curling, foam unfurling, waves of cold Salema sea,

Next one coming, meet it running, plunge into the safe beneath.   

Behind crashing, hard sand-smashing that could knock me to my knees,

Here you hold me – Look! I’m floating! – blood-beat drumming in my ears.

Waves keep surging, endless burgeon sent up from the darkness deep,

I stay playing, breath delaying, surfacing your mystery

that’s always saying all to me.


Orna Ross
Author: Orna Ross

Orna Ross is an award-winning novelist and poet, advocate for self-publishing and, as Director of the Alliance of Independent Authors, "one of the 100 most influential people in publishing" (The Bookseller).