Paul Gerard Reed

Littlehaven - Poem by Paul Gerard Reed

Littlehaven lies in the wintery harbour
Waiting for shrieks and screams and laughter
Waiting to reflect the heat off walls
Into the blissful evenings after;

But now the sand whips up
In silent whispers of biting edges
Scraping the craters and ripples
Blasting the outcrops, grazing the ledges;

Amongst the searing silence
Under a sky that brightens and dulls
The sun gradually slipping away
Pitting deep shadows on rocks like skulls;

Bleary footprints leading nowhere
Going around in rings
Sifting away beneath the restless winds
Under the sand that sings.

Topic(s) of this poem: beach

Comments about Littlehaven by Paul Gerard Reed

  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/29/2015 10:22:00 AM)

    'In silence'; with the muse of love. Nice work. (Report) Reply

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  • Shakil Ahmed (11/29/2015 9:41:00 AM)

    a lovely poem, nice thoughts, you have decorated your poems with beautiful images, thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 29, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 1, 2015

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