DethronedA Poem by Chris Shaw(country or sea, or maybe both)
Beside the margins of the bay,
the lazy waves creep in to shore. Yet those who stayed all day to build have left their castles knowing they won't see their splendour anymore. Their towers stand in twilight sand, await their turn to disappear, as lap, lap, lap the gentle calm of graceful fingers capped with lace are skirting, skirting ever near. This Ocean beckons me to stray, dethroned the thoughts of country green. Salt water gleams displayed for me, as sequins stitched on fluid black lend vistas set in lunar sheen.
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17 Reviews Added on May 28, 2019 Last Updated on May 28, 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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