Stormy Coves Poem by A.Z. McCoy
Stormy Coves
In our stormy cove
Nightwind howling waves 'cross
silent, praying rocks
A battered roughness
Awash
In the darkness crashing
We built fires ashore
sang songs
That fade and leave trace
And whispered until late
Of all the distances between
Warm bodies lean't against 'nother
Shielding and shrouded,
Sturdy in the night
Crackle of coals and burning
beachwood, giving itself over
to a cleansing rapture
Intensity
Flickering and dancing in death
Release
Of the rushing splay of softlight
Of all that washes up and remains
For the dancing, leaping flame
Around the pile of ember
Cicero rouses,
Rubs his eyes,
Clucking at the dark cloud-wisped sky,
Blond trumpet boy wakes
knelt o'er smoldered pyre
He plays for
Restless, teary-eyed gulls,
Lost in the wind,
Hearing the horn's blessing
But caught at storm
Love the beautiful and picturesque landscape you have etched in my mind with you delicate, yet vivid imagery! Another amazing poem, brilliant with a gap of time to haunt our intellect. Really great poem! Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn
Thank you for reading! I've been thinking about trying to insert a stanza between the penultimate and last stanza, to try and bridge the gap of time, so to speak, as the last stanza tries to hark back on an older time, perhaps that remains and/or concurs with the poem's 'present.'
Loved this beautiful poem. Sitting by the fire and watching the embers burn next to a stormy cove. Singing songs and reveling in the darkness lit only by the fire. Enjoyed this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Enjoyed your poem. I too have been there on the coast. Read mine - Home Is - Adeline