P is for Poetry [Sunrise Part II] (A-Z Challenge)

One of my first entries on this blog was a poem called Sunrise. In this entry I have repeated that poem and added to it. It's about a morning on the beach in a place I love. Hope you like it.


Sunrise - a Poem


Triumphant, the sun god rises, blazing light;

A sentinel against the night.

Darkness cowers before his feet,

Fearful of the morn to meet.


Above the lighthouse and in the bay

His radiant warmth will waft the mist away,

Revealing lines of vivid blue,

A brush stroke, swift and clean and new.


In awe I stand upon the sand;

A pilgrim, alone upon this land

Of virgin white, my homage paid,

Awash in preternatural light and shade.


The world's asleep but not for long,

And soon there'll be a mighty throng

Upon the beach and in the town,

Where flesh and din and ice-cream abound.


Now I must leave but long to stay,

I'm ready now to face the day,

When night returns and day is passed

I'll sleep and wait for dawn at last.

M is for Mother [A Sonnet] (A-Z Challenge)

I wrote this about 7 years ago but thought I would share it with you as part of the A-Z Challenge. I tried to write it in the form of a Shakespearean sonnet. I'm sure it's nowhere near right, but it means a lot to me nonetheless. Hope you like it.

 

 

A Sonnet

Within a crowd I thought I saw your face;

Your Roman nose, your glinting eyes, your skin,

Your gait, a restless memory; a trace,

Of long lost motherhood, my flesh and kin,

As painful memories are lost in love

And longing, to be with you once again

Is all I crave; a moment from above,

A touch, a glance, communion to attain.

 

A time to heal, a bridge to build and cross

This endless gulf of space and time, and yet

To grasp and hold and feel what I have lost;

To quench my thirst and feelings of regret,

But when you looked into my face I knew;

Your vacant glance told me it was not you.

 

 

Sunrise (A Poem)

I wrote this poem in June 2006 and found it again recently while flicking through my old notebooks. The photograph shown was taken in January this year on the beach where the poem was written all those years ago. I return there at least once a year to recharge my batteries. It's a place that has been good to me all of my adult life and never fails to satisfy. This poem is just a small tribute to my favourite place in the world.

 

Triumphant, the sun god rises, blazing light;

A sentinel against the night.

Darkness cowers before his feet,

Fearful of the morn to meet.


Above the lighthouse and in the bay

His radiant warmth will waft the mist away,

Revealing lines of vivid blue,

A brush stroke, swift and clean and new.


In awe I stand upon the sand;

A pilgrim, alone upon this land

Of virgin white, my homage paid

Awash in preternatural light and shade.