At high tide,
as we drove along the seafront
on our family outing,
our car would be peppered with pebbles
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Wonderful composition. Last two stanzas are amazingly beautiful. Love with 10.
An enthralling tale Phillippa and you imbue it with the innocence of childhood. Full of strong images as well - the spray of the stormy sea washing over the car, the barnacled rocks, the big conger eel and the chilling swim. Takes us all back to the rocky shores of childhood. Lovely piece of writing. jim
Splendid imagery! I felt I was there with you! Well done Philippa! ! Patricia
This poem is a wonderful snapshot of a place and time. The reader feels him/herself transported there never mind the writer!
Philippa, that's so evocative, especially for those of us who grew up by the sea and in the countryside as well (did we know how lucky we were? No!) . It was the 'different sorts of seaweed' that did it for me! Thanks. And may you always have it to treasure. If you went back, it would seem to small...so matter-of-fact...
Yea...I know you would..you did. Extremely evocative...haunting..memorable...sharply edged, razor-toothed like the conger eel...a flash of Dad and the eel...not just the height...and the ever present cold..wind and water. Unforgettable memories and you. Thanks for sharing. Cheers. Subroto