Shore-Songs
Ground shakes
as massive breakers force reverberation.
High-boom
cracks granite's face in fine white spume.
Waves race
over fall-gradation as crashes accelerate.
Tidal sound
grinds into groundswell as sea rebounds.
Water weight
foams and trapped air rolls in anticipation.
Before long
tide ebbs to ready for kindlier shore-songs.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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GOOD MORNING CORNWALL ! Hi FAY ~ love the North Cornish Coast ~ TINTAGEL ~ real rocks ~ real breakers ~ I could taste the SALT ! Thanks for sharing ~ Coastal Hugs ~ BRIAN
Your comments always give me a warmth and a smile dear Brian - yes Cornwall has ancient mystery as well as great beauty - so pleased you like the shore-line singing every tide brings.
Fay, I've lived near the coastline all my life, and the sounds, smells and feel of being near the shore always pulls on my heart. This is a beautiful write. I could feel the waves crashing on the rocks.
Ah - many thanks dear AP - - - I had hoped the force of the actual happenings would be felt by my readers - so glad you too have the experience of shore-line life.
Great write, Fay!
It brings the coast to life.
I could almost see, feel and smell the
wonders of that coastline! I’ve never lived
near one...only vacationed
near one once in a while!
Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
It takes me there - so well written Fay
The crashing waves of this poem roll all over me ....😎🌊
I was starting to get soaked as this poem washed over me, great write.
Exquisite poem, so finely presented in precise form! This is truly a beauty in all aspects, Fay!
Great writing, Fay! We don't have high tides here, but winter can bring 50' waves to the North Shore, making it a surfers paradise. And you described it perfectly!
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