Haiku #14

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Winds batter the shore;
gulls, ever my companions.
Sand between my toes

Copyright Francis 2021

Seeing

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There is much talk of sea level right now,
and of levels of the sea; as a boy I would stand,
stare and dream on that far horizon
where all pondered distance was gone.

The boy’s right brain carried more wisdom
than the later indoctrinated left side ever could.
And what drove the world? How did eons
of tides turn hard rock to smooth sand?

For that boy’s curiosity ever remains;
half buried windows along old streets,
the monochrome pictures of grandeur, destroyed

and replaced by boxes of brick, or cold steel and glass.
Sea levels rise and fall, as is nature’s prerogative.
It is not in anyone’s remit to falsify, or destroy.

Copyright Francis 2021

*Earthweal Weekly Challenge

15 Most Beautiful Beaches in Europe — Delusional Bubble (Reblog)

Europe is home to some of the most beautiful beaches in the world. From Cyprus to Iceland, and Russia to Portugal, there’s a beach for every taste in Europe. If you are planning for your next holiday or weekend getaway, keep reading as in this post, we’ll talk about 15 most beautiful beaches in Europe. […]

15 Most Beautiful Beaches in Europe — Delusional Bubble

*A guide to Europe.

Runaway (Poem)

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Footprints along the strand
stretching off to nowhere

A beach all my own
save for curious gulls

eyeing from Hesperides’ skies.
Kernow was never so lush

or windswept; are they bells
pealing on the breeze, like

lost Lyonesse beckoning
to this broken soul?

Maybe heartless time is melting,
melding; I run and run

into the gelid ocean, the two
once twain — now consumed

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

End of the Holiday Season at Hunstanton, West Norfolk

The crumbling two tone cliffs at Hunstanton, looking north.
The lovely beach at Old Hunstanton, just north of ‘new’ Hunstanton.
Looking south at Old Hunstanton
Promenading at Hunstanton.

*Autumn is here, so let’s stay on top of things.

All photographs copyright Francis Barker 2020.

Hunstanton Seaside Town, Norfolk

Photo copyright Francis Barker 2020

Hunstanton is one of the better seaside towns of Norfolk, in East Anglia, England.

With travel restrictions in place for most of the year, plus a curtailed holiday season, many Brits have been making the most of their own backyard, including traditional the traditional seaside.

Almost unique, the resort faces west, so is known for its spectacular sunsets. Not too hi-brow, it has a certain old world charm, with a sense of lived-in Victoriana, especially towards the end of the holiday season.

Definitely worth a visit in these strange and difficult times.

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

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 2020