Fay Slimm

Rookie - 112 Points (Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)

'Rust To Dust' - Poem by Fay Slimm

Clocking time idly, cargo boats lie open
To sky, emptied and hungry, their restocked
Trade held in containers, secured and roped.
Standing amazed I watched them stowed and locked
Before I moved on. These old docks, manned long
By Cornish toil, musty now, looked supreme
In retrospect. Winter sun highlights rungs
On ladder rising from the sea, tells me
That the tide is on the ebb. I must leave
A scene of modern rust, and trudge my way
To ancient dust. Pendennis Castle weaves
It's spell in style. Long lists record past affrays
With foreigners who dared to land ashore.
What's more King Henry had a second skin
Built into Castle Tower, and such gory
Battles were once fought hand to hand within
It's ramparts. Now dusty noise is canned.
Artificial guns roar hourly, - - - heard
By gasping public, who startled, jump and
Coyly grin. The granite utters not a word.

Comments about 'Rust To Dust' by Fay Slimm

  • (8/3/2009 2:09:00 PM)

    The box boats moored alongside dock
    container cranes relinquish stock
    then reloaded five high or more
    bound for a foreign shore

    The old Keep guarding the Carrick Road
    Pendennis Castle, King Henry's abode
    mock battles for the tourist shilling
    its granite walls find less than thrilling

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  • (3/10/2009 4:11:00 AM)

    I have visited Pedennis castle Fay (once got stuck on the narrow staircase too becuase of a fear of falling) and you have described it so well here...brought memories flooding back of time spent in your lovely part of England...and yes the atmosphere inside the castle is awsome...exceptional write here...thank you...Fi 10++++ (Report)Reply

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  • (3/10/2009 3:41:00 AM)

    Wonderful write here Fay capturing the majesty of your beautiful county, thanks Chris 10 +++ (Report)Reply

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  • (3/10/2009 3:37:00 AM)

    If the stones could speak, would they weep... Andy 10 (Report)Reply

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  • (3/10/2009 3:16:00 AM)

    Coyly grin. The granite utters not a word.

    lovely line wonderful write Fay...

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 10, 2009

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