Fay Slimm.

Blackrock

 

 

 

Blackrock.

 

Fiercesomely gaunt like some surprised
mammoth it rises out of ocean's breast

with intent to vanquish.

Time-blackened by relentless breakers
its great salined form rears in warning

that nothing beats granite.

 

Vessels with sense steer clear cautious  
of wrecking on open writhing of jaws

as they approach  Blackrock. 

             

Many before have fought attack but
none more tragic than fisherlad Jack 

when his boat met with fog.


Never more wailing  there sounded 

that day as within sight of land Jack 

died on the riled levithian.

 

Best be warned that Blackrock at low   

tide daily displays a formidable maw

just as another reminder. 

Comments7

  • Neville



    them there rocks are more dangerous than many men and fools have ever imagined ... they dont dish out names like black rock for nowt .................

    ... I consider my self blessed but I love the ruggedness of your coastline even more ............ maybe 🙂 x

    • Fay Slimm.

      Yes I agree Nev the coastline of this wonderful island has much to offer and blessed with beauty that inspires every penning the sea is no doubt a gift to poets. Black Rock is the monster near where I lived in a cottage so some of the tale scribed is authentic.............x

    • Goldfinch60

      Very good words and warning Fay.

      Andy

      • Fay Slimm.

        Too true Andy - what a warning that rock has exposed at low tide.

      • L. B. Mek

        those toothy jaws of ill-fate, waiting
        for boisterous naivety
        to sail across their path, boldly
        so they can feast, as natured
        intended;
        as those curating waves of Time:
        decreed...
        (a wonderfully imaginative
        scenic depiction
        you've shared with us today
        dear Fay)

        • Fay Slimm.

          Dear L.B. --- I am more than glad you enjoyed the read of a very real Blackrock.

        • Accidental Poet

          A well penned warning of disastrous ruin on coastal rocks. Hence the need for Lighthouses along dangerous coastlines.

          • Fay Slimm.

            Yes what a blessing those wonderful LIghthouses - thus many a life saved from hidden rock danger has lived to tell the tale.

          • dusk arising

            One imagines that with satelite navigation fears of blackrock are subdued... until it all goes wrong one stormy night. Blackrock will have it;s way with any who venture near.

            Word goes out ... heed the poetic wanring.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Sat. Nav. has certainly helped sailors avoid danger of rocks like the one I penned but as you state my friend comes storms to muck up technology and still agape Blackrock and its neighbours are waiting out there.............. thank you dear Dusk for your welcome in-put with wise reflections on the subject .

            • SureshG

              A masterfully crafted poem on a sublime subject

              • Fay Slimm.

                Much appreciated your visit and comment Suresh

              • Neil Higgins

                Very apt Fay as I am on a barge on the river Avon,Between Stratford-upon-Avon and Henley in Arden.No BlackRock here.Only toe paths.
                Loved your fine use of words again.And I know I must sound as though I am an annoying record,but this really is exceptional writing.
                Won't exit stage left,as I will be in the canal.So carefully walks the gang plank.
                Splice the brasers.Cut the sail.Splice the onions.Free the sea gulls.
                Will go away now 👍

                • Fay Slimm.

                  You dear Neil are incorrigibly funny , adept at word-twist and blessed with the kind of wit that gets me giggling. Another exuberant comment on my poem about Rocks and those who bump into them with boats - - so glad you are enjoying your trip up a canal with no better place to pull into methinks than Stratford. Grateful thanks once again my friend for your interest in my poetic efforts.



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