Bel Blue

After Southerdown Storm

Wednesday 16th July 2014 9:04 am

After Southerndown Storm

These shores are my medicine,
a coastal playground,
for
the spaces
in my mind.
Not tangible,
constantly changing.

This last storm
has
altered them
forever.

Yellow ochre clay
lies
sticky,
exposed,
where
Atlantic weather has shaped
the waves
to clear
the limestone fossilised pebbles,
hurling them
on the
cracked
tarmac
carpark
at Dunraven Bay.

I feel real
when I enter these worlds,
on the edge of our Islands.
And hope
becomes tangible,
as the moon pulls
back
and
forth
the tides
to fill
the spaces
in my mind,
the spaces
you have left behind.

Bel Blue 2014

storm wales grief

Comments

Bel Blue

Thu 24th Jul 2014 22:54

thanks Ged, really encouraging to have this feedback :)

Ged Thompson

Sat 19th Jul 2014 00:11

I absolutely loved this, the layout, the staggering of a word per line just makes it a delight to read and the sentiment is so honest

Thankyou for sharing XXX

Bel Blue

Wed 16th Jul 2014 23:12

Thankyou Ray, I am still learning and write it as it comes. I self edited this poem once or twice, when writing it up from notebook to word doc. It has taught me , time is a good editor, writing up, leaving , looking again, writing and the rhythm.I am learning, and welcome your feedback. It could change again, like the ever changing foreshore. Its been a great introduction to WOL. :)

Ged the Poet

Wed 16th Jul 2014 19:28

'These shores are my medicine,
a coastal playground,
for
the spaces
in my mind..'

A great scene-setter before the storm changed it forever. A sense of great loss.
Really like this Bel.

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