Oyster Bay

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sun, 18 Oct 2015
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Twixt myth and magic is Oyster Bay,
elusive – yet easy to find;
lost, as I was, still it found me
between somewhere and nowhere in time.
 
Let’s go there, right now, down to Oyster Bay
where the sea paints a picture of dawn
with a palette of colours it stole from the sky
and we’ll watch as a new day is born.
 
As the noon-tide wanes, we’ll comb the shore
sifting strands of a mermaid’s curls;
at the heart of a shiny, black diamond,
find our destiny wrapped in a pearl.
 
Such a sigh-soft breeze above Oyster Bay
where the water’s as warm as the sand is
and we’ll dive with the dolphins under the sea
till we find the lost world of Atlantis;
 
yet, sometimes the sea around Oyster Bay
dons a mantle of gossamer grey
and a hundred white stallions race with the wind
which coquettishly turns them to spray.
 
So, come – take my hand down to Oyster Bay
where the sea coyly flirts with the shore
enticing her enter his emerald embrace
lest the tide take her back once more.
 
We’ll lie – watch the clouds above Oyster Bay
at the cove where the barnacles are;
if we ask the gulls nicely they’ll teach us to fly
have a race, there and back, to the stars...
 
as, breathless, we’ll bask in the after-glow
of a sun that is lingering still, yet sees the moon
changing her white robes for silver
and concedes night’s stage soon will be set.
 
Twixt myth and magic, is Oyster Bay...
write our names with our toes in the sand there,
where pain, pills and potions will have no domain
and we’ll stay till it’s half-past forever.
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Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

Mythical and gorgeous escapism

 

Submitted by torscot on

"...where the water’s as warm as the sand is..."

I fell into the water recently and it was bloody freezing.   My Oyster bag shrunk!   Say no more. 

torscot

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

...nudge, nudge....wink, wink;-)smiley

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Escapism is spot on...and I needed that, so desperately.

This poem spawned of seemingly endless daily train trips to London accompanying my late daughter; the Royal Marsden, our destination, for  her ongoing cancer treatment, radiotherapy, and the like. The makings of this poem was my (our) lifeline...scribbled on anything and everything. 

 

 

Submitted by cassiegoeswild on

"and we’ll dive with the dolphins under the sea
till we find the lost world of Atlantis;" I loved this line. I want to go there...

Cass

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Oh, cassie...it is beautiful there, and if you set your mind to it, I might see you there, one of these dayssmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

A real mix of mythical, fantastical escape mixed with your eye for real delightful nature detail, which I suppose is what the IP is all about! Oh for the Day of escape from pain, pills and potions.

I was wondering about the last but one verse, last line whether you wanted 'soon' at the end to balance 'moon' [and concedes (that?) night’s stage will be (set?) soon.] or whether you felt that would come down to heavy on the beat? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Rhiannon, as ever your thoughts, more than valued.  I shall certainly have a think about your suggestion.  and, 'Oh for the Day...' indeed.

Hope yours is a pleasant Monday, at leastsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

A delightful trip out of mind and time!!!

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks Terry.  Good of you to tell me.  More than appreciated.

Tina

 

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

Just beautiful in words, pictures and emotion.

Lindy

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hello there, Lindy.  So pleased you enjoyed this one. smiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Soothing fantasy to dream of forever - pill free, and pain free at the end of life's long day. 

'Let’s go there, right now, down to Oyster Bay
where the sea paints a picture of dawn
with a palette of colours it stole from the sky
and we’ll watch as a new day is born.'

- How beautiful is that. And ----

'As the noon-tide wanes, we’ll comb the shore
sifting strands of a mermaid’s curls;
at the heart of a shiny, black diamond,
find our destiny wrapped in a pearl.'

it's breathtaking !

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

My heartfelt thanks to you, dear Beesmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Dear Tina,

you captured me with this magical poem...full of fantasy and those white stallions racing with the mist and turning into spray was captivating. 

I feel as if I was there with you. Also loved the idea of diving with the dophins and searching for the lost city of Atlantis. So many beautiful features to this poem with your trademark. I think this is one of my favourites, up there with the poem about Camalot.

Very much enjoyed reading and thank you for sharing.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thought this poem might be 'right up your street', Jenny.  Pleased it was, and thank you for telling me so beautifullysmiley

Tina