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[Poetry] Three Poems by Glenis Moore

Sea dreaming

 

When the sun beats down in Cambridge

I long to see the sea,

to taste the salt that's in the air,

to paddle leisurely.

 

To clamber over sun-baked rocks

to see what pools they hold

and all the creatures that hide there,

their stories still untold.

 

To hear the wavelets as they splash

against the waiting sand

and watch as they roll out again

with each well struck backhand.

 

As evening falls the sea air cools,

the tide returns to shore.

The gulls fly off to find their roosts

and for the sun's encore

 

she splatters darkness with her glows

of red and orange bright,

the sea reflects each gleaming hue

before the launch of night.



Refresh

 

Sticky sweat

swept clear by the silky coolness

of the calm sea.

 

 

Lost to the sea

 

Up on the yellow sun scorched cliffs

you can hear the chattering waves.

A seagull dips and swoops in time

and somewhere out at sea a ship

flashes into the empty sky

as clouds tear across the moon's face.

 

In darkness I can see your face

that last day as we walked the cliffs.

It was one of an azure blue sky,

the grass brushed by the breeze in waves.

I felt that we were a safe ship

cast upon its own silent time.

 

I had no thought of winter time

when I would miss your laughing face

and go to search for your tall ship,

a figure stark against the cliffs.

Praying for you amongst the waves

and breathing hopes towards the sky.

 

When-ere it answered me, the sky

expected some reward, some time

to guide you through the howling waves.

I did not know then that your face

could be mislaid below cold cliffs

as aching storms destroyed your ship.

 

So now when I see a small ship

battered hard in a harsh night sky,

I run to warn those on the cliffs

and wait with them in freezing time

as though together we may face

whatever comes from out the waves.

 

For those that ride upon the waves

to foreign lands in a good ship

know all too well what they could face

when thunder heralds in the sky.

Their souls may take to flight in time

as love is lost to rugged cliffs.

 

My waves of grief can bleach the sky,

your ship was lost in greedy time,

your loving face cast onto cliffs.

 

 

 

Glenis Moore is a relatively new writer working in the flat lands of the Fens near Cambridge, UK. When she is not writing she makes beaded jewelry, knits, reads and runs 10K races slowly. She has been previously published by Dust Poetry, The Galway Review, Infinity Wanderers and

Cosmic Daffodil.



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