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 .
Watching Aces
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.
I bet this is such a great sight to see in person...enjoyed this write.
Incredible poem here, I loved it so much!
Great write Fay, just wish our Aces all come safely in as the sharks here are out to play too but they love the sport too much to stop and tragedy's occur
Good subject matter, well-written, enjoyed the read.
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
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!!
Beautiful! I imagined to be there and the beauty of the sea I loved but it was hard to keep my heart from not being scared for the surfers a little bit. Very nice poem, refreshing like a sea breeze .