Things seem to be taking a literary turn, so I thought I'd share The Stamp and The Poem. This Danish stamp was a favourite of mine in my childhood album. (1974 issue, old willow, Hverringe). It reminded me of those broken trees you see clinging to life at the top tidelines of beaches. Recently, my appreciation was renewed when I looked again and realised its also a Slania! So its a double favourite. And then yesterday I read this poem which reminded me of the stamp. So here they are together.

"Upon The Beach", by Felix Dennis.
Upon the beach a solitary tree
Defies the sea - a shambling stag at bay,
The left side iridescent greenery,
The right a driftwood copse of salt and spray.
I wade from where the living sap still thrives
To stroke an antlered bough worn white as bone:
Wet sand sucks at my feet - so time sucks lives,
The concubine reduced to chaperone.
What lightening strike was this, what storm or wrack
Wrought ruin with a hydra-headed glance?
Half-naked, with the crab grass at her back,
She stands, as we must stand, a shrine to chance.
So ravaged kings on crutches play their part,
And ghosts of faded beauty stir the heart.