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Spring Tide at Ballycastle



Spring Tide at Ballycastle

 

Luring me away from my glowing turf

Raging sounds of wind and surf

On a wild, wet night the spring tide beckons

 

White horses rear up and then pound the shore

Spray and foam devour the sand

The furious battle plays out between sea and land

 

Teary eyes watch gulls winging past at pace

Needles of icy rain and salt sting my face

The reek of dulse on the air

 

Heaving boats ride the swell, straining at their chains

Monstrous waves erupt, greedily engulfing the pier

Daring me to stand too near

 

The churning mass boils with menace -black and deep

The Rue Point light eerily repeats its sweep

Searching for sailors’ souls to keep                             

3件のコメント


Martin Pickard
Martin Pickard
2024年3月20日

Very good. Took me back to long wet nights on the beach fishing for North Sea cod

いいね!

Alison Blevins
Alison Blevins
2024年3月19日

Very emotive, I like the second verse. 😊

いいね!
Jarlath Busby
Jarlath Busby
2024年3月20日
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Alison, thanks for your encouragement. I used to like to go to the seafront on stormy nights and watch the ferocity of the waves. I tried to capture a sense of the churning nature of the sea in the changing rhythm/lack of rhythm in the verses.

いいね!
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