Remember When

By skinner_jennifer

Tue, 22 Nov 2016
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Remember that time

at the beach when we

settled on pebbles

with expectancy,

huddled together

in warm hoodies

dawn not yet arrived?

 

we had fun charming ghostly ribbons

of drifting mist snaking inland –

coiling between us and ragged rocks,

diversion from endless damp chills,

 

only limitless rolling

waves lapping shoreline

broke the eerie silence.

 

Waiting for daylight was

comparable to anticipating

the arrival of a special guest

at Moon's tide turning,

that naked Sun rising

glowing glorious on the horizon,

entrancing us with its heavenly beauty,

 

in a short while

when earth warmed,

white capped surf

would welcome

riders of breakers,

boomers that swell and froth

like a maelstrom of chaos –

turbulence and destruction,

 

her volatile nature assertive

then timid,

like the artist

with brush strokes

discovering a woman's

mounds of soft white flesh,

crevices both deep and slender –

curvaceous, enveloping their secrets.

 

Casting aside worries at break of day,

Sun now setting darkness approaching,

cracking open beers and laughing

as salamanders danced with us,

shimmering in golden glow of fires...

warming souls while chilly breezes

played with flames creating

evocative memories to share.

 

 

Certificate 12
Poem
Poems
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

You seem to have had many memorable hoidays on the beach, Jenny. I've never watched dawn arrive to my knowledge, and it must be quite an experience, as you describe the quiet waiting vividly. I liked 'warming souls while chilly breezes played with flames creating evocative memories to share' What are the salamanders?

I think male storm is written maelstrom  – I had to look it up, because I thought there was a funny spelling word meaning what you were saying! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Hard for me to pick a favourite line or verse Jenny, I like the lot! A group of friends who love nature gathered on the beach waiting for 'the naked sun rising' . I cannot tell if this poem is autobiography or make-believe and it doesn't matter - I want to be there.

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thanks for reading and leaving a comment Rhiannon.

This isn't a poem about me, my partners nineteen year old grand daughter was telling me about her holiday with some friends in Cornwall and after she'd left I put pen to paper and came up with this poem.

Thank you also for the help, you're right about that word maelstrom. I was trying to think of a description for how the waves can change so quickly from terrifying to calm.

Salamanders are supposed to be mythical elementals that inhabit fire.

Thanks again.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Elsie,

glad this struck your imagination as it did mine. No this poem isn't about me, but as I mentioned to Rhiannon it's about my partners Grand daughter's holiday this Summer, she was full of enthusiasm about the surfers in Cornwall and the things they got up to, certainly made me wish I was young again.

I know what you mean about wanting to be there too...one day maybe!

Many thanks for sharing your thoughts, much appreciated.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Filled with visions. I loved the flow of words - I love words- and you threaded them here quite nicely- melodic and persuasive making the reader want to be there. Enjoyed reading it.

 

Penny4athought

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Penny,

nice to hear from you. I think there's always magic to be found near the ocean. I'm so glad you enjoyed reading and appreciate you letting me know. Many thanks.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Jenny

This is lovely. It evokes such a pleasant image.

 

Happy Christmas to you and your family.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Glad you enjoyed my poem Jean and many thanks for letting me know.

You too have a wonderful Christmas and a wonderful New Year.

Jenny.