Newquay's Fistral beach in Cornwall is noted for it's surfing
and every year the competition gets more demanding.
Wrote this after watching a pre-event surfing spree .
Grand champion hopes echo here each year
As, with mid-summer heat,
top class surfers meet
to crest the high and mighty waves.
All try to leave initial fear of giant rollers far
behind, and sweeten every
Judge's eye with clever watery feats
of riding-style.
All the while performing ballet-boarding
at the top of crashing waves.
Though beguiling,
not unlike, some say a drug,
these surfing addicts must afford respect
at every turn, their body
bows to mighty powers at sea,
yet hopes to rise on next white crest
like a Neptune god.
At Fistral beach such awesome heights
are conquered only by
the very best.
All mediocre wet-suits stay away
from water then,
and watch the aces play.
Published 2010/07/26, write a comment
Only Aces can perform well this surfing game indeed!
this is such a beautiful descriptive piece Fay ...felt like I was back on Fistral beach watching them again ...lovely vivid write.
oh i forgot - have you a towel i need to dry off
very damp from those rolling waves - enjoyed
RAJ NANDY
ENJOYED READING THIS POEM FAY ! When I had written my 'Surf Rider' , I had seen it only on TV! Thanks for sharing ! -Raj
sounds exciting never seen it in person lovely fay
I just read the aces of all poems ....you brought so much life to these races ....I just want to be there and cheer the participants.Kudos!!