A Tribute to the Bay of Audierne

The day fades away
Paving the way to the sundown
The ceiling is orange gold
The grey tide is rising
Unexpectedly
Wave cohorts
With agreeable rumors
Gain in speed and appeal

Spray is whipping my face
Blurring the view of Penmarch
Eyes open but troubled sight
I walk against the coming breeze
I walk against the scrolling memories
And I keep on walking

Houda Belabd 2020