Remembering PortlandA Poem by Chris Shaw
A walk along a bridle path
unveils a vista of blue sea. A sweep of ocean, silver streaked which spans the stretch one's eyes can see. So many ribbons flare and glare, they stream and gleam in burnished light. Small boats are anchored in the bay and Portland Island is in sight. The lighthouse hidden from my view, illuminates the seas when dark and saves the vessels from the tides. Too often shipwrecks left their mark. A balmy ev'ning, water's calm. The shingle margins are of gold and all that's here is memorised to resurrect in winter's cold.
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Added on January 16, 2019Last Updated on January 16, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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