Written after an afternoon at the beach.
Friday - August 27th 2010
Mood of Today.
Silver and gold infiltrate themselves right through the
mood
of today.
Beach-balls drift to standstill as family lunchtime drapes calm
over play.
Silver slips itself into the wavelets as quiet afternoon settles into
the pools.
Small beached boats rock gently in time with light breeze
feeling
almost-cool
Last minute sand castles vie with a final
mild sea-dip, and surf, although absent,
will be warmly described in wide-eyed
embroidered and rich detailed account
when boys reluctantly leave to go home
but soon get back to boasting in school.
Fathers who, busy instructing offspring
with boringly long launches of grounded
kites pretend not to covet their youthful
zest, a confident Dad needs to put beach
games to right, Mum looks on and smiles.
Azured, the sky transforms showers of splintered light,
sharding
into diamante'.
The sequinned top of the sun-bathing sea creates today's
only
frenetic waving.
Gold opens momentarily in the subtle change shown in late sky's
after glow.
So I know autumn will be imperceptively lulling itself near,
the air
tells me so.
Wonderful poem Fay! Absorbing and filled with the most delighful imagery. The closing lines are dazzlingly beautiful, and express your poetic, prophetic heart perfectly. kath xxxxx
I loved the joyous spontaneity of the imagery... and the final stanza is especially superb
I love the structure of this poem Fay. Is it original, or one that I should know he he? The two lyrical (feminine) bookends of beauty hold the more bold and boisterous (male) middle verse to dramatic and poetic effect and the reader is left with a soft face. A graceful, sunny poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Beach scene is well depicted in detail!
amazing write fay would loved to have been there
a totally captivating write . thanks for sharing.
I dare say I see a touch of Matthew Arnold here. Excellent poem Fay...
A beautiful beach scene you paint here Fay...in great detail from the beauty of the sky and the shore to the sandcastles the enthusiatic Dads and smiling Mums..excellent
Grab each day ,as it comes Fay...Go with the Weather. We just had three days of rain in Weston -super-mare. I should have chosen CORNWALL . Kind Regards Philip
the games we play and the sandcastles we build ..the stories we tell are all part of life that we lead ..we brag we boast , we tell lies , we love we hate and all this while the seasons change ....the blue sky becomes crimson and the night follows suit ...autumns are as much a part of our lives as spring are ........... this poem takes a deep peep into the life and its mechanisms...you chose a playful and colorful theme to drive home the point ...a nice one yet again from you ...