Crystalline memories lie in the sand,
winter hues, a glacial touch,
four seconds of breath should you fall in.
The beachscape crisp, beneath dusky sky,
forlorn and dejected an impromptu sigh,
No more lovers to dip their toes.
Silkies hide, seeking warmer climes,
this empty space quietly dreaming,
it's a long time 'til summer calls.
Behind hidden doors,
fishermens sea shanties,
echoes through time,
heave away haul,
never forget the North Sea Breakers,
Upon this seashore.
Author notes
Option 16
A contest entry
- Tom Barron Scottish Landscape Painter, Artist & Musician Multiple Prompts Contest by Kazytc.
2400 points, ended September 16, 2008, 35 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The words in this piece give it just the right chill to paint a picture of the North Sea.
Reminds me of long dulled memories of visiting a relative in Aberdeen back in my prehistorical days as a very young child.
Good write.
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Wow love it!
How lovely this is, and the page graphics seem to help sketch the scene you so richly animate in poetic graphics and vibrant sentiments, love the flow and rhythm here and the breezy serentity too. lovely very very lovely. Well done, love it!
Poetic Hugs & Thanks millions for entering our contest and best of luck to you too,
Kaz.
Kazytc xx
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I like this, very cool and gentle, calm just like the intention behind the painting.
A long time 'til summer calls - you were right, this was painted in early February !!
With best wishes
Tom
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