Wild Beauty.
Shot through with wild beauty
this almost-island is so hard to leave.
Sun coats all seasons inviting those
hardy or weak to try
May in December and June in March.
Three sided by water a walk
round headlands breathing in drama
will not be regretted.
Tide running low or storm
exploding this coastline lends magic
to rocky adventures.
Remote enough to cause
near claustrophobia to those prone,
isolation's allure whispers
not to all when granite tilts finger of
stationery all-sided height
and night has no neon only a moon.
Skywards and changing her dome's
rugged mood greys and
force-torn then clifftop performance
awes even the bravest.
Who dares test Cornish alchemy feels
its seduction and needs
partake of ancient psyche the more
Mesmeric the beauty and
call of Cornwall's moorland and shore.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Reading again through this little verse I wonder whether it will evoke memories of times spent in any beautiful area of sea and headlands. Do hope it does not sound too like a brochure advert however - and hope you enjoy the place it tries to portray.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Beautiful FAY ~ it makes my Ice Cream Sonnet seem lacking in Flavour ! Make no excuses FAY it is as you describe it ~ CORNWALL ~ almost Heaven. That's why the call it "LANDS END" because after Cornwall ~ there is nowhere on Earth ~ more beautiful and serene to visit ! Lovely FAY ~ the Picture ~ the Poem and the Poet ! Yiours B. Please check my ICE CREAM~ Thanks B.
A fine write. You can taste the ice cream in Cornwall Brian!
Ohh will my wit know no end?! Yes - go and eat humble pie, Orchi! lol.
You've captured it Fay - A super part of the world and you make me want to visit it again.
Not a brochure but I want to pick up the phone and make reservations. Nicely done.
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