Friday, 20 June 2025

ICE COLD POLDHU TIDE... (My new poem about dips in the sea at Poldhu Cove, Cornwall, 20th June 2025...)

 Ice Cold Poldhu Tide…



Damp, hard sand looked flat enough as it sloped gently

Downwards towards a feisty incoming tide,

Which rose with some bluster and one or two,

White-topped waves in each shifting surge…


Uneven shingly sand, hiding sudden dips, cynically,

Made stepping out into the surf rather undignified,

So that I stumbled, unbalanced, then took my cue

To turn as the next wave arched, my presence to purge…


I lunged, I threw myself into its venom, carelessly,

Its enveloping rush taking me for an ungainly ride,

Until I was deposited by a hissing, foaming spew

Where the broiling sea and gritty sand would merge…      



Pete Ray

20th June 2025…



The sea at Poldhu Cove, Cornwall was surprisingly cold at first but the experience was good.



After spying a reddish frying-pan sized jellyfish nearby, I decided it was time to dry off… 





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