Tag Archives: Beach

on time

complete rotation
autumn, winter, spring, summer
nothing quite the same

~

CLP 31/08/2022

on the strip

who needs Las Vegas
buried deep in a desert
when you've got GY?

~

JS & CLP 18/06/2022

Pigeons

Coops balanced
against each other
defying gravity
along the embankment
like sentry boxes
facing south
marking the entrance
to Sunderland
its beach
in April offered
a slice of
Siberia 
Roker Park
the taste of bitter
defeat

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Twenty-three prompt: a poem in the style of Kay Ryan. My kind of poem. I love April, when spring is vibrant, the weather cruel and football reaches its season end. This brief poem is based on a grim day out on 11th April, 1993, but hey, Sunderland stayed up that year, which was nice, for them.

23/04/2022

liminal

where we seek water
they struggle to get ashore
marginal difference

~

n.b. Both humans and seals evolved from the mammalian branch of the tree of life, but now they hold mirrored views of the beach…interesting how things turn out.

CLP 15/11/2021

skirting

the wave breaks
coughs up kelp
splashes shingle up the beach
rolls stones over
brushes out sand
catches air in pockets
marks the tideline in thick foamy spume
leaves with a hiss
of bursting bubbles
slips back into itself
gathers in its pleats
to unfurl them again
backfilling our footprints
proving nothing
waits for us

~

CLP 11/10/2021

on the beach

at first sight old
older than you and me
much older
Walking hand in hand
as we might from time to time
in moments unconnected by conversation
they stopped momentarily
so she could stoop to pick up a pebble
or a shell, or a flint, or to investigate
a wave-shined glint of something
that caught her imagination
as he waited to be shown her find
at first sight old
older than you and me
but now not at all
not as old as fossilised sea urchins
not as ancient as bellemnite-bored chalk
they were just like us
two more children 
playing by the sea

~

CLP 11/10/2021

Treasure

how many tides have turned
shifted and smoothed
sifted and sorted
 the pebbles so
today the sea would give up this stone
so you might gift it me
precious as any stone
I have ever held

~

CLP 13/09/2021

On the Beach

slipping on pebbles

this feels like treading water

yet gentle progress

~

CLP 18/08/2021

On the Beach

I’m never tired

of each tide’s unique beauty

waking next to you

~

CLP 03/08/2021

On Water xx

sorting through shingle

picking out perfect pebbles

stones skimming off waves

.

CLP 28/04/2021