Beach-Combing

Fay Slimm.

 

Beach-Combing

 

No shells today after the gale

but huge mole-hilly
bunches of mermaid's long hair

were trailing
the beach in tide-circled piles.

Everywhere I found discarded

remnants of old
Neptune's party where

maidens flung aside

ribbons in seaweedy waves as
they all danced wildly.

Poets love beach-combing finds.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 28th, 2020 03:49
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  • L. B. Mek

    nature needs no combing to deliver its poignant fruits, merely a gifted Poet's: keen eyes, to unravel the majesty from the debris,
    makes one yearn for the Seaside that little bit more, a beautiful write

    • Fay Slimm.

      How kind and encouraging this comment L.B. - - yes beach-combing is priceless to a poet like me - -- so pleased you liked the read.

    • dusk arising

      Oh for gently windswept hair, sandy toes and feet and the distant roar of tide out. A rarity for us in-landers who are jealous of your shoreline familiarity and romance it's idea.

      • Fay Slimm.

        Too true that only a mere few of our poets have the gift of beach-combing and my little effort to share what I fancy is to bring the tide's gems to those living in-land - sending you virtual wisps of kelp's hair and hoping you catch the whiff of a mermaid D.A.

      • orchidee

        Good write Fay.

        • Fay Slimm.

          Thank you Orchi.

        • Goldfinch60

          As d a has said us inlanders can only dream of walking by the sea beach-combing but your words always take us there Fay so I am grateful to you.

          Andy

          • Fay Slimm.

            Ah - to know that is my delight dear Andy - to be gifted with words that take readers to where the sea ebbs and flows is all that I need..... so so pleased you enjoyed the read.

          • Neville


            How very bloomin apt my dear lady Fay.. I woz only wanderin along some of your very wild and rugged shores this very early mane ... and must have just missed the mermaids hairdresser because shorn n strewn locks were everywhere ..... x

            • Fay Slimm.

              Apt indeed if the read caught you near to my favourite walks to catch what the tide brings to whet my poet' s appetite Nev........ hoping you spot a mermaid or two before your homeward journey mine Sir ..................x



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