A Short Poem

I was standing on the beach January just gone by. The sea rough and churning . I stood so that wavelets wet the tips of my hiking boots . Afterwards in the warmth of the pub, I wrote this poem :


The untamed Atlantic
Creeps across the flat sands
And caresses my boot
With a terrifying gentleness.
Retreats, almost shyly, apologetically,
But returns seconds later
More insistent and brazen.
I step back from its awesome power.

(c) Billy Dunphy 19/01/2015


About queasypaddy

I am a musician, sometime poet and songwriter, a budding artist and a separated, retired primary school teacher, in a happy relationship which is caring, sharing and supportive.
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