By DJ Tyrer
Wave crash on coastline
Footprints in sand mark passage
Winter waves erase
THE
SEA
By Diane Wilson
The pounding waves hurl might at harbour stones
and rock our trembling hearts with fearsome cold,
while blizzards flay our flesh and bones.
A murmured prayer on every lip is told
with hope to stir through hearth and home and street,
as lightning splits the sky and thunder rolls.
We shake to each reverberating beat
and plead our husband's lives be spared tonight.
We curse the angry clouds. The devil's sleet
it drives like nails to rap our knuckles white
and stings our cheeks to bruise them bloody red.
We beg the seething storm to lose the fight.
The lighthouse beam sweeps wide across the head
and scrawls through darkness searching savage seas.
The foaming fury fills weak souls with dread
as black as hate and shrinking courage flees.
The tempest snaps away our words to fling
them wild and careless, drowning feeble pleas.
The heaving breakers roll where gannets cling
to brave the storm and bluster fate.
We shiver, shudder, fearing death will bring
us stumbling to his fiery gate.
No lights of ships in view, so still, we wait.
By Annabelle Tipper
We've sent men to the moon
and we know a lot about space;
but the ocean has yet to yield
all its secrets - it's a mysterious place.
We've seen fascinating pictures of creatures
but many remain undetected - hidden from view;
so much more is waiting to be discovered,
it would be wonderful to find something new.
A myriad forms of weird and wonderful life
are concealed in the depths and we're unaware;
perfectly adapted to their life in the dark -
we're clueless about what's really out there!
By Sally Richards
Floating
in azure;
palest of skin
foam-caressed
salt water stinging
her soulful blues;
ebb and flow
billowing golden hair
with one splash
of silver
tail
she was gone
By Aeronwy Dafies
The sea is the substance of my dreams
A swirl of eddies of fantasy and fancy
That absorbs me into its totality
By Annabelle Tipper
Drifting helplessly on a sea of despair,
Lonely, afraid and too tired to care,
Enveloped in a cloak of darkness,
Forcibly restrained by an invisible harness;
Waiting for the oppressive clouds to break,
I've had as much as I can take!
These are stormy waters and turbulent times,
There are no sweet melodies, only discordant rhymes.
Isn't there anyone who could calm my troubled soul?
An angel who'd make my happiness his only goal;
He'd bring me sunshine where once there was rain,
And by sharing my life, he'd ease my pain;
Someone who'd take me gently by the hand,
Leading me safely back to dry land;
I pray he'll find me for I know
I'd hold him tightly and never let go.
By Annabelle Tipper
Sailing on the ocean on a warm summer's day,
Watching inquisitive dolphins at play,
I feel all my worries melting away,
Why must I leave ? Here I want to stay!
Nowhere else will you find waters so blue
And it's a perfect haven for wildlife too;
Believe me when I say it's true,
You'll never see such a magnificent view!
But this tranquil scene is all in my mind,
Somewhere my thoughts escape to when I find
Myself trodden down by the daily grind,
A place I visit when I need to unwind.
Richard Godwin's spooky story....
The Lighthouse Keeper
