ON THE WAVES OF LOST MEMORIES
These salted memories tell stories
The oceans and seas gave birth to.
Over the tempestuous waters
Echoes from the bellies of slave ships
Rides the tides of history
Spreading ripples over the shores
Of time proclaiming forgiveness
For lost souls.
We sashay along the bleached beaches
Where white sands mask the shed blood;
And splashing waves drown out
The ghost echoes of rattling chains
We no longer remember
Our beginings here.
(Written by millard lowe from www.poetrysoup.com)
This poem really conveys how I felt whilst walking along the beach at Sunderland Point, to visit Sambo's Grave. It's isolation, with views across the sea, means it places visitors at the point of arrival and departure for the ships which had taken part in the slave trade. For a while, a pleasurable walk is interrupted by the chill reminder of the more sinister comings and goings along this coastline.