Posts tagged ‘beach’

10/02/2013

The Night I Saw “Babette’s Feast”

 

On Brighton beach I watched the birds

Form dark aurora round the pier.

The sunset burned their patterned swirls

As afterglow across my mind.

 

I watched them as they sucked the light,

And dragged it down beneath the waves,

And when the neon broke their spell,

A lonely soul, I left the sea.

 

I went to watch a late night film.

The cinema smelled old and cold.

I drifted through a dreamlike meal,

In darkness tasted beer and bread.

 

A solitary watcher blind:

A film as still as life and time.

 

 

response to the film Babette’s Feast, and to art house cinemas.

 

 

 

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26/01/2013

North Norfolk Coast (Walk No. 5)

 

Along the beach by Holkham pines

The ghosts stand watch on buried signs.

You feel them in the northern gales,

You hear them in the needles’ shake.

 

They choke the midnight bark of deer,

They still the hunting tawny owl,

And out before the rising tide

They pull the moon and drag it down.

 

The coast is endless, planet wide,

The sands are drifting, silence swirled.

But there amongst the broken pines

The Holkham ghosts are waiting still.

 

They hang and harm, they smooth and calm,

They break believers and possess.

 

 

26/01/2013

On a Northumbrian Beach (Walk No. 4)

 

Along the beach the seals lay lost,

And screaming terns are chasing foam.

Kids scan the sands for glinting gold,

A garnet carved, or inlaid bronze.

 

I watch the skies for signs of change,

For winds to switch from west to east,

And air to fill the marram grass

With falls of redstarts, warblers, shrikes.

 

But still the westerlies keep strong,

And all the sands can offer up

Are crystals ground from broken glass,

And gannets choked on fishing nets.

 

And whispered tales of monks who slept

On eider’s nests and faith alone.