Your hand in mine,
we follow the shore,
treading on sand
unblemished before;
finding a starfish,
avoiding a crab,
writing our names –
toes in the sand.
Wind rustles past,
ruffles your hair,
hurrying nowhere
from this place to there.
Winding the string
of a blue paper kite
seduced by the wind,
watching it fly.
Letting it loose,
it does what it pleases,
courted by whispers
of soft summer breezes.
Pick up a pebble
to skim on the waves;
it bounces three times,
“That’s magic!” you say.
Finding a shell
hold it close to your ear;
I smile as you tell me
what you can hear.
Suddenly notice
how dark it has got
so we pick up our bags –
race to the top ...
little stone steps
leading up from the sea,
ask for directions to our B & B.
Your hand in mine,
we open the door
both of us nervous –
not been here before.
We don’t turn the light on,
the moon’s silver glow
shows us enough
of what we need to know.
A bed and a table,
a lamp and a chair;
not much of a room ...
except heaven is there.
A dappled dawn wakes me,
a seagull as well,
from the table beside me
I reach for the shell.
The one from the beach
that you’d given to me;
hold it close to my ear,
hear the sound of the sea.
Comments
Bradene | May 6, 2009 - 02:38
Lovely, lovely, lovely! could see it all hear the sea the gulls and smell the brine. Who needs a picture when words are used so well. Love Val x
shoebox | May 6, 2009 - 02:46
Very pleasant. Great rhyme skills. More, more!
Dynamaso | May 6, 2009 - 07:04
I think the second last stanza is my favourite and particularly the last four lines. You've said so much without saying much at all. Beautiful...
littleditty | May 6, 2009 - 13:26
can i ditto Val, esp the lovely, lovely, lovely part, could hear the waves, ah, the seaside! Lovely read xx
MistakenMagic | May 6, 2009 - 16:04
Love this stanza, Tina;
'Wind rustles past,
ruffles your hair,
hurrying nowhere
from this place to there.
Winding the string
of a blue paper kite
seduced by the wind,
watching it fly.'
and beautiful rhythm and rhyme throughout ;)
Magic xxx
Nathan Bednarek | May 7, 2009 - 13:35
Yes, the rhythm and rhyme is flawless. A very effective poem and a well deserved cherry. Well done.
Nathan.
Silver Spun Sand | May 8, 2009 - 09:24
Glad I painted a nice picture for you, Val and thanks for telling me:-)
Tina xx
Silver Spun Sand | May 8, 2009 - 09:25
Your words much appreciated, shoebox.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | May 8, 2009 - 09:26
Glad you enjoyed it and thank you for taking the trouble to tell me so:-)
Silver Spun Sand | May 8, 2009 - 09:27
ld - you can ditto Val, any time you like as far as I'm concerned:-)
It's always special to me when you drop by. Thank you and pleased you liked it.
Tina:-)xx
Silver Spun Sand | May 8, 2009 - 09:28
Nathan - thanks for that. More than appreciated.
Tina x
Silver Spun Sand | May 8, 2009 - 09:30
Magic - thank you. This is a very special poem to me.It was written for my daughter and is in fact about Southwold. Don't know if you've ever been there. It is a charming place - beach huts and all.
Tina xxx
Richard L. Prov... | June 10, 2009 - 13:24
Hello Silver... a lovely poem, timeless and criss-crosses generations for those who will follow these same footprints in the sand. Richard LP
Silver Spun Sand | June 10, 2009 - 13:28
Thank you so much for your inspired comment, Richard. It is more than appreciated:-)
Silver
Cavalcaderl | June 29, 2009 - 08:04
new Silver-Spun-Sand "Paradise Found" Wonderfully put to-gether sounds and echos of sea and love.One feels they are in paradise just sitting reading it. Silly me thought because of comp. that all of you new on abc. and when I saw pages !Cherries mind blowing.I have record somewhere called "Paradise Bird" this is Poem flows thoughts and memories from beginning to end. Got Cherry brooch coming bid on cheap. But I lost cake? in 1O minutes flat, going to buy and get me one celebrate "1st cherry."sign of times.Like one of your stories poem said,
julie x