Poem: A Walk by the Sea

a walk by the sea

Without too much thought I took
to the beach,
followed the white lines of
breakers
leading me due north along that
fractured shore.

in no time at all the beach huts were
behind me,
removed by dunes and blurring
summer haze.

then suddenly
she was there
right in front of me, as if she’d
dropped
right out of the ether.

she was squatting down,
blonde haired and
quite young,
her blue-green dress hitched up a touch
showing small bare feet
half buried,
where the dry white sand
gave way to shingle.

I stopped
said hi
but she didn’t even look!
staring into that wide expanse
she could see
clear across the ocean.

looking down I admired her
gold-embroidered dress,
the delicate amber jewellery on
slim fingers,
her long hair matted by
the keen breeze.

then she looked up,
her eyes like cyan gems
and pointed to herself–
‘Elfhild’ I thought she said
sounding sort of German
or Dutch or maybe something
in between
but I didn’t speak a word.

not then.

she didn’t seem lost or in any distress
so I moved on,
giving her a faint wave,
after all, what business was it
of mine?
I carried on steadily
maybe half a mile or so,
felt the wind move round
south to south east.
I could’ve done with a jumper so I
turned back,
got up quite a pace in the end.
frankly I wanted to return
to see if she was alright –
but I saw only footprints
where she had been, where the shingle
gave way to sand.

walking to the shoreline something
caught my eye, a piece of amber
wet and shining.
I picked it up, held it
to the light
and smiled, looking out
to where the waves
were rolling in by the edge of
that German sea

poem and image © copyright Dave Barker 2012

Advertisements

11 comments

  1. Frederick E. Whitehead · December 9, 2012

    quite a nice picture you’ve written here. I always enjoy your work

    Like

  2. Ina · December 9, 2012

    You might have met one of your ancestors I think like Alfthryth of Dedham 🙂 Lovely poem and painting! 🙂

    Like

  3. Francina · December 12, 2012

    beautiful and captivating poem , David!
    groetjes, Francina

    Like

  4. e · December 12, 2012

    I love this piece, had a similar happening once, too bad my soon to be x-wife was with me…… lol

    e

    Like

  5. jane tims · December 14, 2012

    Hi. I like the words ‘fractured’ and ‘keen’. Also the image of the amber in the last stanza. Interesting, spooky narrative. Jane

    Like

  6. Victoria C. Slotto · December 14, 2012

    Breath-taking moment, well-rendered.

    Like

  7. Harry Nicholson · December 15, 2012

    This poem sublimes magic. It took me to shores I’ve known – I settled for the dune-backed beach just west of Wells by Sea in Norfolk – but it might have been Denmark or Germany.

    Like

  8. dfb · December 15, 2012

    Thank you so much!

    Like

  9. Jamie Dedes · December 20, 2012

    Lovely. Evocative. Almost magical.

    Like

  10. dfb · December 20, 2012

    Thank you! And thanks too for the reblog, it looks fantastic! I appreciate it.

    Like

  11. Jamie Dedes · December 20, 2012

    You are quite welcome Enjoyed it.

    Be well. Poem on …

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s