Blackrock.
Fiercesomely gaunt like some surprised
mammoth it rises
out of sea's lash.
Time-blackened by relentless breakers
its great salined form
rears the warning that granite takes no
answering back.
Many before have suffered attack but
none more tragic
than Fisherman Jack's tug for in pulling
a capsizing pleasure-boat
away from death
hit rock and lost all hands from his own
deck and those of the Passenger.
Never before had there sounded such
wailing for with no survivors
and within landsight that old levithian
had gorged, then spat out before
daylight eighteen corpses.
Just as a reminder Blackrock at every
tide shows its formidable jaws
for all to be warned.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A true tale of a long ago local wrecking but penned with poetic licence. Hope you enjoy.
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A fine sea write Fay. As I say, the only water-life I might see, is the pond at the back of the Co-op. Well, there's a river a couple of miles away too!
Rivers can be just as dangerous to swimmers yet the sea has the mastery over all - thanks Orchi.
A devastating nautical disaster captured here and captured so well
Another poets poem Fay.... bravo... N
Thanking you kindly Nev for your generous in-put.......... happenings at sea need to be captured again and in poetry methinks.
must never be forgot...
A devastating nautical disaster captured here and captured so well
Another poets poem Fay.... bravo... N
Thank goodness for sat nav the sailor's modern day saviour. But what on earth they'd use if a war broke out and the satellites were shot down..... black rock would score again methinks.
A poem each cornish seaman should be aware of though twould be too negative to dwell upon.
There sure are some nasties to come a cropper on Cornwalls coastline..... of course, much used by bad persons in the past who would lure ships onto the rocks with murderous intent for their cargo.
Grim reading today Fay.
Sat Navs as you say are saving many today but he Cornish know coastal dangers-zones and sing shanties of ship-wrecks in minor key so we never forget - - there are quiet bays yet just at deep water edge submerged rocks can rip boats like matchwood. Grim but true are the stories like my words tell of sudden tragedy when caught out at sea......... thank you so much for your input D.A,.
A sad read so soundly penned
My thanks dear Michael - twas always so and still is today - - When boats are wrecked by getting too close to submerged rocks shanties are composed and sung in lament so folk never forget.
ANGELA HERE -- Good Evening FAY - Love the Picture but such a sad Poem. As a SAILOR I am well aware that there are always dangers under the water - especially ner the shore - and Cornwall is no exception ! Ive done alot of sailing here - in the past year ! But never SOLO I always crew with experienced Sailors who know the WATER and the TIDES ! The AUCKLAND BAY is well charted !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Love ANGELA & BRIAN
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Wonderful write of a sad tale Fay.
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