Fowey Revisited

Dream of du Maurier,
On the far coast of Cornwall,
Clear water, grey sky.
I conjure up Rebecca
As she sails out to sea.

About Katie Hamer

I am a writer, an artist, a photographer, philosopher, interior designer, listener, and explorer.
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10 Responses to Fowey Revisited

  1. Even though I have no idea where “du Maurier” is or what it means to conjure up Rebecca, I can’t help reading this one over and over. It has an ancient ring to it. I could imagine my great European ancestors evoking this call as a friend goes out to sea.

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