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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