Poet and Seasalt friend Moira Andrew got in touch with us after seeing our latest collection. Inspired by walks beside the Cornish coast, we couldn’t wait to share her work.
Along the path, giddy wild geraniums jive,
petals a fierce in-your-face indigo – beside such
true blueness, the sea fades to silver-birch grey.
The sun, no more than a misted mirror, is held
tight in the arms of jade-green fields, rich yachts
dwindle to mere thumb-prints on the horizon.
Mermaids, tired of their own voices, are invisible
to the naked eye, the only clue, a jewel-dazzle
of scales as they hitch a ride on incoming waves.
– Moira Andrew