Yvonne Rautenbach

Rookie - 143 Points (Aquarian - I am over 50 / UK)

Sitting In Sidmouth - Poem by Yvonne Rautenbach

I sit by the cliffs at the foot of the hills
The sea ambles in
While the river infills
Gulls are but dashes in mist
And murrain with
Slingshot pebbles and bottles from Spain
Unrushed by the waving
But stirred by the sea
Writing the ripples of visions I see
Dark sketchy trees reaching out from the crags
Slivers of seaweed like ribbons on bags.
Here whispers the weather and
whips up my knees
And gentle white horses rear up in the breeze.

Topic(s) of this poem: beach, seaside


Poet's Notes about The Poem

2016

Comments about Sitting In Sidmouth by Yvonne Rautenbach

  • Gajanan Mishra (1/24/2016 8:04:00 AM)


    whispers the weather, right.. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/24/2016 7:53:00 AM)


    please excuse spelling error murrain but it wont let me change it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 24, 2016

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 24, 2016


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