Return To Sand Bay


I heard you calling me

Tugging at my heart strings

You felt my yearning,

Yearning for your tranquility

You reeled me in; I had no resistance

 

I sat down, and was immediately greeted by the chatter of magpies

Once again, a chill breeze and the warmth of the sun vied for my attention

The sun tried its hardest to protect me from its adversary

But alas, on this occasion it was no contest

The chill bullied the mighty fireball into submission

 

By way of soothing song

The birds offered their sympathies

To the sun with the bloodied nose

 

My fiery friend

You shall surely live another day

To once again cloak me

In the warmth of your loving care

 

The Bristol Channel


Photo by Ottr Dan on Unsplash

For those of you that have been reading my most recent posts, you will be aware that I was inspired by the violent storm that blew during my trip to Falmouth in Cornwall at the end of January. Although it was clearly not the worst storm ever, it was easily the worst one I’ve ever experienced first hand. In contrast to that, I couldn’t believe how tranquil the sea was during my trip to Weston-Super-Mare in North Somerset at the end of February. Once again, I was inspired to write and I came up with two poems/short stories that I shall be sharing this week. Here’s the first one:

I hear you in the distance talking to me; your tranquility speaks volumes. Almost as soon as I sit myself down, the birds serenade me with a symphony fit for a king. The cold breeze and the warm sun hug me in unison as I gaze out across the mud flats of Sand Bay, trying to fathom what you are saying. A sudden epiphany informs me that your message is in your silence.

A silence that transcends the birdsong, the breeze and the warmth of the sun.

A silence that speaks of Love, Love in all its purity, all its glory.

Oh Bristol Channel, I hear your silence loud and clear.

We are at peace…