A Day in Cornwall

[Stepshed]

On a wood bridge near the sea,
the first fine layers of a day are laid by the sighting
of a young lizard
melting warm into the morning
like the first word of a sacred song.

Sandymouth Beach belongs here.

We walk the soft sands leaving our prints to follow
behind. We explore rock-pools teeming
with emptiness. A tiny fishling startles itself
then hides from view. We examine clusters of dark shells
clinging as shanty-towns,
to rock.

A chilled breeze
skilfully ripples the water. A day well lived tires easy.

Later, as we walk the cliff to Northcott Mouth,
the day’s edge sharpens our fatigue.
A burial mound creeps up on us, we stop
to bury the dead, again.

We return, written deep into the day. And then we watch night
seep through
like ink,
onto the next page.

[bumblebee]

I really like this one and I've been to Sandymouth beach..


These lines are really lovely and really well done in particular.. they brought to mind those long summer evenings that I spent relaxed on the sand-dunes, watching the sun gently creep away..

We return, written deep into the day. And then we watch night
seep through
like ink,
onto the next page

[Dew]

"we watch night
seep through
like ink,
onto the next page."

Loved that line...apparently bb did too! heh...some poems end with abrupt closure, others like yours almost seem to begin again like you could start over at the top and fill in a new day in all the uninked spaces. - dew

[JASON]

An exceptional poem - solid job stepshed.
your opening stanza laid the foundation for a brilliant day...
really,really enjoyed this one.

[Stepshed]

Thanks for the comments. It was a great day and I just wanted to finish it off by fixing it to paper. Thanks again

[Liddie]

Your poem made me ache to dig my toes in the sand again. Beautifully written, I agree with all the above comments!

[karrie]

What a magnificent write! The imagery is striking and I felt as if I were there. The last few lines I especially like. Much enjoyed reading this!

[Hope]

"The day's edge sharpens our fatigue" what an image and there were so many of these gems in your poem.Haven't been to this particular beach but Cornwall certainly inspires one to write poetry.Loved your work.

[tangerinepie]

A gorgeous write with admirable descriptions that took me to this amazing place.A poem that lingers in the mind's eye for a long time after.The details are brilliant..Tangie..

[riversidepoet]

this is so beautiful, I walked right along with you, so many great lines, I loved the ending, "We return, written deep into the day. And then we watch night
seep through
like ink,
onto the next page.

[Stepshed]

Thanks for all the comments - It really was a great day in Cornwall

[Josie]

I enjoyed the idea of walking through the layers of a day and spotting a young lizard
melting warm into the morning. The ending holds the promise of more to come:
We return, written deep into the day. And then we watch night
seep through
like ink,
onto the next page.

Congratulations the TPS Spotlight recognition.
Jo

[Ladywildalice]

Congratulations on the spotlight for this well deserved piece of writing. Enjoy your week in the spotlight. and again congratulations.

[continuation]

Congrats on the very well written and completely deserved spotlight. This was positively beautiful. And you let the reader experience themselves within it. Perfect.
Quin

[Mollie]

Congratulations for being chosen for the spotlight! Yours is a delightful poem. I walked the beach with you and enjoyed the day.

'A tiny fishling startles itself
then hides from view.' a lovely image!
Jean (Mollie)

[BarryC]

one of the best poems i have in here

[Bishop]

Stunning. I actually live in Cornwall and you have captured its essence perfectly. I am cursed in that I take it for granted; you are not - the beauty and magic still lives in you, and it shows.