Earth’s shoresThose boundaries defined As sand slips silently awayNeither land nor sea A liminal placeShape shifting Where nothing is solidDraws like the gravitationalPull of the tideTo cast thoughts In anonymityTo the wavesYet closer in fragility ensconcedTo the emphemeral nature Of the spiritHeard by the cry of the gullAnd all of heaven above. Inspired by aContinue reading “Earth’s shores”
Tag Archives: the sea
Sea Fury
Salt spray and raucous noiseIn the face Dogs bark to the wind The waves ebb and flowDrawn back, curled low Churning the Old Devon Sandstone Sucked from under the red stained cliffs;Erosion in drifts;Scars tell the storyThe coast path’s moved Again.Drawn are we toThe pebbled shore, The shelving beach, The pounding waves,Whipped up swell;Faces toContinue reading “Sea Fury”
Twisted Ribbon- the power of the Sea in Me
Pulsation of the sound Shingle on shore Mesmerising motionEyes glued to The twisted ribbon Snaking the shoreline to the sound Of the waves Some distance away But so real So haunting Memories flood by Energy of the sea Fills every partI cannot turn awayThe power of the sea In me.
Mirrored the Surface
Mirrored the surface with stories to tell; Play of light in marbled hues of blue;Snake-line the glassy ground;Cut clean lines over hidden currents That shift in secretUnder the bend in the estuary mouth-Devil’s PointSeparating the country from the Great seafaring city Of maritime fame,With sinister depths and strange Divisions of water churning, Spiralling under;No hintContinue reading “Mirrored the Surface”
Footsteps without Words
The eye is drawn To capture The broad skySoft haze of the shorelineThe filtered lightThe beauty Of defined grandeur.The ear is drawn To rhythmic motionSounds without callsPowerful and resolute The heart is drawn To footsteps without words.Be still my soul.
Evening on The Slapton Line
From the Cliffs
Change within miles
How lucky we are to live between the moors and the sea. Sometimes we feel in a bubble of our own microclimate. A short drive and everything can be different. A strengthening windAnd unsettled sky Grey mist intermittent over the moorA short distance South To where land meets the sea Over the hill The seaContinue reading “Change within miles”
This Sunday in the Slow Lane
A walk from Bolberry Down to Bolt Tail. Lovely to be out in the air ( it was very windy ) and to hear the sea. The surging waves against the shore were dramatic and the clouds played marbled patterns across the surface of the sea.
The Slapton Line
Long sweeping curve of the bay Thread of yellow Meets mist And foreboding cloudDisappearing into a charcoal sky. Whipped up waves Churn against the shoreline;Light plays on the ever changing surface Of indigo and grey;A constant movement of the beast A heaving mass of rolling waveSurges and falls;Hides the creatures that live beneath its surface.NoContinue reading “The Slapton Line”
My Devon Life 