Fay Slimm






Sunny sails clutter the bay.
Storm-beaten seagulls shriek shored lament.
Calm, now windless, covers the distance
between shore and ship in misty-grey haze
and she in her Sunday-best
waves to the horizon and incoming kin.

Innocence kicking the sand.
Anxious girl watching as boats haul home.
High-tide laps quiet against harbour wall
after fear's strong plea for a safe landing
and she in her foam-soaked dress
wades further in welcoming him she adores.



  • FredPeyer

    What a beautiful way to describe waiting for the loved one. Living on an island I fully understand. Sadly, sometimes the wait is for nothing.
    Beautiful poem again Fay. Thank you.

    • Fay Slimm

      Many thanks Fred - -- good to know you understand the waiting for boats to come home.

    • Poetic Dan

      Beautiful, this is sure to help me give me kids an extra long hug when we next meet.
      Thank so kindly

      • Fay Slimm

        Ah - so good that the poem helped with those extra hugs Dan - children and parents have such a close bond. Thanks for the commnent.

      • P.H.Rose

        This is superb Fay..
        Wonderful feel to it
        I get a lovely warm
        Glow reading it....

        • Fay Slimm

          My thanks to you P.H. for describing that glow after reading the Incoming - - glad you enjoyed the poem.

        • Michael Edwards

          Beautiful write and so enigmatic - Super Fay

        • Louis Gibbs

          Your title redefines and restores a word usually associated with the horror of war! This poem painted a picture and told a story that held me captive to the end. A real beauty, Fay, thank you.

          • Fay Slimm

            Glad you enjoyed the chosen title for describing how youngsters look for the homecoming when fathers or brothers have been out at sea. Thanks for the lovely comment dear Louis.

          • Tony36

            Well written and expressed. I could see it as I read it

            • Fay Slimm

              Ah thanks Tony - - am pleased the read gave you a feel of young people looking and waiting for fishing boats to return from storms at sea.

            • BRIAN & ANGELA

              Thanks FAY ~ BEAUTIFUL (as always) and a perfect symbiosis of Picture & Poem. It is apparent in many of you poems that you live near enough to the SEA to taste it ~ but that is true of all Cornish Pixies ! I love the contrast in the two verses., In the first verse you are behaving prim & proper ~ Sunday best and demurely waving ! In verse two you throw caution to the Cornish winds ~ you jump in (Sunday best and all !) ~ and wade willfully into the Arms of your Lover. Your Love Poems FAY always make me weep ~ but they are Tears of Appreciation & Understanding ~ Love the Quality of your Postings ~ Love YOU ~ through poetry ~ BRIAN.

              • Fay Slimm

                Heartfelt thanks Brian for this eloquent comment - - I appreciate deeply your kind support.

              • Nicholas Browning

                You've got an affinity for writing about human involvement with nature. It's very refreshing. This put a lovely spin on a simple, (in some countries), every day occurrence. Bravo Fay.

              • onepauly

                great poem, can you swim?
                I feel best about horizon. next I like between shore and ship.

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