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Coastal Bluff


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Frozen laughter
Slices through salt edged air; 
Squeals of delight echo incongruously,
Weaving amongst deserted chalets.
An ageless orange skyline
Remains subdued as disfigured
Sunshine splinters along
Promenades carpeted with silvery hoar.
Stained faces
Stare seawards, breathing with the tide
And isolated shores confront a
Grey, foaming aggressor:
Seemingly unannounced.
Local with a walking stick:
Standing, sideways,
Huddled beside an arcade,
With a lady who smokes
And a dog that shivers.
The rock emporium is up for sale.
Daylight suffers as a blanket of
Gloom shrouds each stranded folly;
Deep, mournful, marble shadows
Accumulate:
A lone tug-boat exhales.
Songs of summer evaporate
Into a clear, star speckled night.
Pier: Victorian, railing, paint peeling,
Lists just a little more,
Groaning amid the waves.
The Punch and Judy man
Stands alone on the beach:
In silhouette;
With wet feet;
Waiting.
Stephen Holloway

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I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at www.waterstones.com

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  1. Reblogged this on Let it come from the heart and commented:
    I love this poem – I’ve got a great image of an empty, vulnerable coastal resort in my mind right now.

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    • Thanks very much Laura. I have always had a certain affection for seaside resorts during the winter months; when they are still and silent; when only the locals are drifting around and the sound of the sea is really to the fore. The Punch and Judy man can be seen as a very ‘summery’ attraction, so placing it in the winter has a strange effect at the end of the piece.

      Thanks again for enjoying it

      Stephen.

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