Friday, 17 June 2016

BLACKENED STUMPS: A POEM ABOUT TITCHWELL'S BEACH...

Blackened Stumps

Incongruous, slick, blackened stumps,
Spaced quite evenly,
Strode
Into a bitter North Sea’s
Grey approach, but they
Rode
The engulfing, mist-flecked tide,
Which swirled, eddied and 
Flowed…
So reminiscent of tree stumps, 
Charred
In Passchendaele mire,
About which, bloodied, murky water crept and
Seeped…

Pete Ray
Titchwell, June 2016 



The sea has reclaimed much of the sand dunes at Titchwell, Norfolk, but some old groyne stumps still stand, blackened, slick and harried by the sea, rather like the stumps of damaged trees in a devastated World War 1 scene… 

No comments:

Post a Comment

Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.