Little Sea House
Little sea house,
when I found you,
the yellow poppies
were nodding round you.
Your blue slate hat
that the four winds
came to tug at
over the tamarinds:
I remember it well:
the salmon-nets drying –
laugh, violin-shell,
and cease crying!
For I will return,
through the sea-haze:
I am sailing back there
always, always.
About this poem
This poem was reproduced on a postcard for National Poetry Day 2010. Eight poetry postcards are published each year by the Scottish Poetry Library to celebrate National Poetry Day and are distributed throughout Scotland to schools, libraries and other venues. The theme for 2010 was home. You can find out more about National Poetry Day in our National Poetry Day pages, where you'll also find resources to go with the poems.
