Saturday 7 November 2015

Beach Moods 4

Waves churning
Clay and brackish
Channel turned brown
As it beats upon the shore
Horses running
Racing each other
Foam blowing on the air
Only to collapse on at the edge
They draw back to try again

Monday 26 October 2015

Beach Moods 3

On the edge at high tide
Waves rolling sea spray flies
Moon shines down reflects  on sea
Tin foil illusion washes over me
Water thumping on beach groins
Holding fast keeping shore in line
Beautiful energies holds time and space
Memories of last year show their face

Wednesday 21 October 2015

Notes on Beach Moods

I walk my dog along the beach 4 times daily. The beach is constantly changing with it's tidal flow.  I've loved living here this year and now I am feeling it's Awen flow through me and words want to spill out as I try to describe it. 

 This series is going to concentrate on the beach and her moods. The place where land sea and sky meet. I may be inspired to write a whole poem, a verse or just a line. I'm looking forward to working on the edge of the land with its magic and mystery. 

Beach Moods 2

Salty air rushing by
Seagulls hang in steely sky
Raindrops patter on my skin
Wind rushes through, stirs within

Tuesday 20 October 2015

Beach Moods 1


Ridges on the sands 
Ripples on the sea 
Waves whisper and murmur 
As they roll towards me 

Light of moon reflects 
Shimmers in the dark 
Imprints on my mind
Leaving their mark

Lights upon the ocean
Reflecting like sea stars
Silent and still
Near yet afar

Shingle crunching under feet
Silence surrounding me
Envelopes me like a sheet
How I love the sea

Thursday 17 September 2015

Giant's Fall - one of the folk tales of The Giant of Wilmington

Giant at Wilmington lies so still
He doth forever lie so still
Looks over fields out to the north
'Cross fertile lands whence grains spring forthe

I'll tell a tale from long ago
Tell a tale of which I know
There were two giants lived on these Downs
Each had a barrow large and round

They looked across the river with hate
They smouldered, vented, how they did hate
One dark night they'd had enough
Each collected boulders big and rough

They hurled across the river there
Crators still mark the ground so bare
Big great dents 'pon yonder Down
At which the Fae still dance around

They shouted, yelled pulled out their hair
Made much a din this raucous pair
Firle Giant got his hammer out
Wilmington waved his staffs about

The Firle Giant aimed a throw
Right at his brow it was to go
It flew with speed, hit his foe's head
And Wilmington he sorely bled

Wilmington fell up on that brow
Tripped over edge, still lies there now
His staffs in hand for all to see
And there forever he will ever be

Whatever happened once up here
We make our offerings throughout the year
We show our thanks, we sing with praise
And we ask for happy days

Sarah, Bard and Ovate of OBOD (The Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids)