Rock Pools - Headland, Hartlepool - August 2017. Poem by DM W

Rock Pools - Headland, Hartlepool - August 2017.



Tonight the late summer breeze is warm and fresh.
Tonight the potent seaside air smells of nostalgia.
It invigorates the senses - sharp & salty light.
The rock pools are pure, primal delight!
To more discerning eyes, they are ancient
Intricate patterns of earth's strange pageant,
Set cyclically by sun, sea and moon.
They are a cornucopia of aquamarine dreams;
Of microcosmic life & death dramas.
They spin sea breezy tales of love and doom;
Known only to anglers, fish & birds.
Who habitually trace the rich, wild embroidery.
Who know deep within their bones
The rock pool's textures & sheen.

We hint at such mysteries with mere words.
We observe the way its restless rhythms ripple out,
In a mini universe of ebb & flow.
This is a surreal realm which confounds the common place:
Where small pearls glow with a silvery light;
Where velvet crabs, blue beadlets & limpets
Emerge from bulbous black bubbles of seaweed;
Where deadly dog whelks devour and mate;
Where pristine pink anemone vibrate;
Where neat clusters of grey barnacles feed;
Where star fish spread their salmon coloured hands.
I'm struck by a sharp, sudden fragrance
Like that of plants left too long in vases;
That now seems to linger across the sands.

Rock Pools - Headland, Hartlepool - August 2017.
Thursday, March 1, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: seaside
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