(For Alexandra)

Fire under the ashes.
The wind blows.
The sea roars.

I love an Island.
Maybe I should say
an Island loves me.

Silence speaks louder,
my heart beats faster,
my soul flies higher.

I burn for an Island.
Maybe I should say
an Island burns me.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

lava scree
dragon-tree

wall mural
red coral

sienna powder
pumice sand

birds and boats
winds and wings

and the Sun
and the Stars

I’m the child
from Nowhere

I love you
Motherland

my home is
Elsewhere

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Une île sur un mur © 2019– F.G.M.

The island was shrouded in mist.
The sea was calm and I sailed
as if guided by Dolphins and Spirits.

I walked along the pristine beach
and the winding path,
I asked well-known birds for a Sign.

The fog did not lift, the Spirits said nothing
but even before I reached the Painter’s house
I was given a bunch of flowers.

Gorse in bloom, bramble flowers
and dried ferns,
beautiful present from the Heath

that still comforts my heart.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Bouquet Champêtre, îles Chausey © 2017– F.G.M.