That day, we spotted dolphins dancing,
free and foaming, out to sea,
in the dawn, down by the arbour,
from the wall, beside the quay.
That day, the ocean shone like silver,
gleamed and glimmered in the sun.
Those scorching rays fell fierce as famine,
bleaching, burning everyone.
That day, the sky was blue with beauty,
like the Mother of the Lord.
Clouds clung on, but soon were leaving,
cut and cleaved by solar sword.
That day, we drifted, wandered, dreaming,
seeking shelter’s shady nook.
She sat still and scorched in silence;
‘neath my hat I read a book.
That day, the seagulls ceased their shrieking,
soared in silence overhead.
Noontime on the burning beaches
bathers, laid out like the dead!
That day, the summer stillness settled,
like a scorching, sacred shroud.
Merged with moving, melted masses,
crucified that Cornish crowd!
That day dragged on till sun was dying,
sinking slowly in the sea.
Globe of gold in ocean bleeding:
sunset saved our sanity!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 29th, 2021 03:19
- Comment from author about the poem: for Lorraine, who made a scorching, summer vacation even more wonderful
- Category: Love
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Comments2
A beautiful Poem Kev. Cornwall is Gods resting place
Amen!
and the Eden Project our hiding place
with truckloads of Cornish Dairy
to sustain us, for a lifetime...
that's my take on a British Heaven, lol
That day sounded so glorious Kevin, may there be many more of them.
Andy
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