Harbour Nights

At dawn the sky brewed dismal grey,

relentless rain moved in to stay,

all day the heavens wept with grief.

From terraced tiers my eyes glance down

through window glass I view this town

by night festooned in fairy lights.

Returning home are fishing boats,

while anchored craft are now afloat,

high tide within old harbour walls.

All Brixham's jewels are on display,

in witching hours a grand array,

this inner basin sparkles bright.

Without a doubt, at dark this place

brings forth a smile upon my face

out come the ghosts of ages past.

Reviews

[Jibey]

Brixham is certainly a busy fishing village - though I guess less busy that it once was. I used to live further east along the Devon coast and the fishing boats were registered in Brixham. I have a feeling that the place probably looks better at night than in the cold light of a grey day - and you capture the magic of the dark hours in this pleasingly reflecting poem.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Jibey. I am very fond of Brixham, but have to agree with you. At night it becomes magical with a great sense of history. I can very easily look out on the harbour at nightfall for hours. Love it at its twinkly best.

Thank you for your visit.
Chris

[Einstein Noodle]

another to add to your collection of the "harbor" ... i particularly like the form you chose ... it kind of lifts me with first two lines and then puts a landing point in the third .. i think you create a very vivid scene and mood ..our last several days and nights have been quite grey and rainy ... with slight reprieve of sunlight ... but its the nights that the grey seems most vivid ... few stars to light the sky if any ... but oh those https://youtu.be/EvYnA8uTJD8 :) romance is flowing, Chris ... right here at the Cafe'

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Mr E for your lovely link. I listened to the Platters and Harbor Lights and the wonderful visual images. Romantic and delightful. You leave me such thoughtful reviews and always add a smile when you visit. All good wishes.

Chris

[Einstein Noodle]

back at ya Chris ...

[augustus]

Very descriptive and thoroughly enjoyable!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you augustus. Pleased you enjoyed the read. All good wishes.

Chris

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

How did I miss this one? This is beautiful. Your view made magical through your eyes, a lovely place to visit.

[Chris Shaw]

It is a place which makes me feel most content. Thank you Linda Marie.

Chris

[barleygirl]

You paint a seaside scene better than anyone at the cafe. Love how this one lilts along with the sensation of anticipation. Despite the dreary aspects of a place, clearly the narrator loves every little well-depicted detail! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Chris Shaw]

How right you are Margie. This is a place I love so much. I usually go there two or three times a year. Thank you for your lovely review.

Chris

[danielle.]

Love the rhyming and timing Chris! Beautiful work xo

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you ellemorell. Brixham at night is lit up like a Christmas tree. love it. Thank you.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

get rhythm...and you got it with this piece...
the ghosts of ages past are dancing...
beautiful work,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

They all come out at night for me Jacob, while everyone else sleeps. They do not see what I see :))

Chris

[gram linski]

the sea is the eternal shifting movie, Chris, you might like "On the doorstep" available at WC. org, another great poetic piece, is that rain check still on ?

[Chris Shaw]

Rain check? Ha ha, I've just checked outside, it's pouring :) 'On the Doorstep', is that one of yours gram? I thank you for checking this one out.

Chris

[Dave Brown]

Awfully nice
I see you benevolently looking down from high above as the evening starts to settle in
How did you get way up there?
Really like this write

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dave. Written while on holiday recently from a cottage way up in the heights with wonderful harbour views. I spend half the night looking outside and it is magical. Quick walk down steep steps into town, but oh, the climbing back up is a different matter. Many thanks.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow!...............................What a graphic and clearly portrayed picture of the coast as we drink in the romance that is hidden in it's grief.

[Chris Shaw]

I love this place. At nightfall it is magical and steeped in history. William of Orange landed his Dutch fleet in the bay in 1688. An invasion without a shot being fired. Welcomed with open arms. He was a Protestant. Later took the throne and ruled with his wife. Thank you John for checking this one out.

Chris