Without MercyA Poem by Chris Shaw(South Devon's coastline in June)
The bountiful sea at Babbacombe
showed no mercy yesterday when her anger turned treacherous. Young men on holiday ventured out did not respect her strength, misunderstood her malice. As waves smashed against rocks a favourite spot where Dad and I would sit and take tea, the whirly bird was heard, searching, searching. This morning's white horses tell me she is in no mood for apologies. One man dead, two seriously ill, when swollen sea and windy conditions threw swimmers heading for shore on to waiting sharps. From a cottage balcony in the tiered terraced hillside heights, I look down on Brixham town's inner harbour, where boats bob gently in relative shelter, but beyond the breakwater across the bay today's breakers spell danger. A killer is still at loose. © 2019 Chris ShawFeatured ReviewReviews
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17 Reviews Added on June 28, 2019 Last Updated on June 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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