When the Sea Fret Hit


When the Sea Fret Hit


As the sea fret hit the shore, bolder than brass

with no sign of shame at all

She did sweep all in her path before her

and to each side, brass monkeys came to mind

Then without a blush at all

she kissed that sailors haar’s and wove him a

tale more fragile than lace, hoar frost feathered ..


  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 7th, 2021 04:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: Haar or sea fret is a cold sea fog. It occurs most often on the east coast of Great Britain between April and September, when warm air passes over the cold North Sea. The term is also known as har, hare, harl, harr and hoar ...
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  • Fay Slimm.

    This special sea-fog is prevalent here often but Nev you gave it a personality that only a poet can - i smiled at where it kissed that sailor I did........... ha another great nature read.........x

    • Neville

      Aw bless you our Fay & a gurt big hug to thee accompanied by my very sincere thanks and one o these x

    • L. B. Mek

      sounds rough
      but hey, sailor's getting lucky with that peck, so can't complain really, lol
      (I think this is my 10th 'lol' this morning...
      too much coffee, in my coffee
      me thinks)
      especially since Nature be a wondrous mistress...
      (forgive me, I tried to relate best I could, but not really got me sea legs, let alone the lingo)
      still, thanks for the informatively fun read, dear Poet

      • Neville

        the fact you took the time to check in and consider these words is the most important thing L.B and for that, I thank you .. N

      • orchidee

        Haar (I'll) be saying it's a fine write N.

        • Neville

          I haar yaarh lard n clear saahr ................... taah Mr. O ... N 🙂

          • orchidee

            Good acting innit, from both of us?! Did ya have to have ya leg chopped off to play Long John Silver?!

          • Dove

            The sea fog can be mysterious, or it can lead a sailor astray without a compass! Me thinks yours weaved tall tales of woes! Just like a dame 🌝

            • Neville

              thank you my Dove ......................................... and then some 🙂

            • myself and me

              I lost myself in this mystery sea fret.

              • Neville

                ... write out 500 times 'I must try harder' ...................... thanks so much for indulging me today my friend .. N 🙂

              • Doggerel Dave

                Despite the atmosphere and atmospherics (are they different?) your piece evokes, all this is a wee bit hard for me, Nev – so I’m afraid I will have to play the antipodean absentee card once more…. As I sus it , two ideas form:

                - Hoar has an association with frost, yet according to my calculation, arrived at after standing on my head (puts myself more in your position and improves circulation to half defunct gray matter), you should by now be in Autumn –
                - Which brings me to a “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”

                So how come?

                • Neville

                  we call it poetic license in the trade DD .................... cheers tho' n truly 🙂

                  • Doggerel Dave

                    Please ensure your licence is secured to the top left hand corner of your monitor utilising approved fixings. Our inspectors are now conducting random checks. Heavy fines can ensue.

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                  • Goldfinch60

                    That sea fog can be so enthralling and so frightening Neville.


                    • Neville

                      so very bloomin true my golden friend .................. thanking you kindly .. Neville

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