Four Tides

Posted on June 7, 2011 by Harry Nicholson

Four tides have come and gone since we sank my sister’s ashes into the sea off Hartlepool. Her son had brought them from Australia. We chose a rock pool where Dorothy would have played as a child. We read poems then covered the water with flowers. Now the flowers will be drifting southwards along the coast.

About Harry Nicholson

I once bred Beveren rabbits in all colours. Today, I'm an enameller who works with a kiln, fusing pictures in glass onto copper. On Amazon is my novel, 'Tom Fleck', set in the North of England of 1513 - the year of Flodden. A sequel to 'Tom Fleck' is 'The Black Caravel' published in 2016. My anthology of poems came out in 2015: 'Wandering About.' Recently I published memoirs of my time in the Merchant Navy: 'The Best of Days' and 'You'll See Wonders" I've a blog of poems, stories and art at: https://1513fusion.wordpress.com/
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7 Responses to Four Tides

  1. Paul Andrew Russell says:
    June 10, 2011 at 5:35 pm

    So sorry to hear about your loss, Harry. What a lovely send off though, perfectly lovely.

    It would appear we human beings are connected in so many unseen ways, Harry; my sister lives in Australia.

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  2. vivienne Blake says:
    June 9, 2011 at 5:23 am

    Harry, my sympathy is yours for the loss of your sister. A poetic send off in a lovely place. Your birthday lunch must have been a bittersweet occasion.

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  3. Susannah says:
    June 7, 2011 at 12:24 pm

    I am so sorry for your loss Harry, but it seems a really beautiful way that you commemorated her – I love the thought of poetry and flowers.

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  4. Tilly Bud says:
    June 7, 2011 at 10:52 am

    I’m sorry for your loss, Harry.

    You gave her a lovely send off.

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    • Harry Nicholson says:
      June 7, 2011 at 3:55 pm

      Thanks, Linda. We went to lunch today (my birthday, you see) at Ravenscar, high above Robin Hood’s Bay. I imagined the petals moving south.
      The Australians have driven away now – and I miss them.

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