Tucked in a valley, a long walk away
From dwellings or ice-cream selling, paradise
................lies hiding.
Polyjoke Cove provides place
For escape and delight, with sheer cliff height
.................surrounding the bay.
Only the hardy
Attempt the tough hike across field and stile.
Yet worth every while when picture-postcard
Beach, white rollered and fresh as paint
......................... beguiles
The rambler's eye.
What relief to sit and
Feel awhile
...................... the lonliness.
Black-faced rocks
Protect this hideaway,
.............. caves edge the sand
Before white crested waves
.................. haltingly stop
Sea from swallowing the narrow gap.
Maybe
The predating buzzard will fly today
Above Polyjoke Cove,
................scream his freedom
And dive with an ecstatic flight display.
White brushed on blue,
................ the sky melting with sea
Drowns with beauty all that my eye can see.
This is such a powerful and vivid piece Fay...feel like I was with you...Fi 10++++
Polyjoke, cave sounds wonderful Fay, where does it get its name from? Bob
This poem is wonderful, Fay. It not only captures the sheer magnetism and beauty of North Cornwall in the words, but the shape of the poem - with its lapping waves - really adds to the reader's experience. Wonderful stuff! S :)
Porthjoke cove sounds a wonderful place a beautiful beach, with a granite rock face caves to enter, ! suppose at low tide where children can play, lets seek and hide
delightful read Fay.. I don't know what else to say.. you write most beautiful poems, never disappoint the reader.. with lovess shan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful images and very well penned Fay,10 + Tom