Tuesday, 1 November 2011

a secret to keep

end of October
I'm on top of the cliff
sun shines brightly
out of unblemished blue

surface of the sea
 no sign of disturbance
ripples so shallow
not a feel of the wind

there is hardly a sound
no-one is here
nothing can rustle
there isn't a breeze

the sun on my back
caressed by the warmth
look to the ocean
the edge of the world

a chaffinch appears
perched on some gorse
a wasp buzzes by
nothing else moves

this wonderful place
above Chapel Porth
on the north coast of Cornwall
a secret to keep


Mitch Block said...


Welshcakes Limoncello said...

Lovely, Cuby. I especially like the description of the chaffinch.

the cuby poet said...

Mitch block:Thank you.
Welshcakes: Thanks to you too. The chaffinch was a delightful companion albeit momentarily.

John Gray said...

I am envious in the disciplined way you can write

the cuby poet said...

John Gray: I am sure this is complimentary so thank you. I am unsure what you mean!? please help

CherryPie said...

I feel I am sitting there with you :-)

the cuby poet said...

CherryPie: It was a rare day in Cornwall when the weather is calm..I am glad that this poem conveyed this. Thanks.

Ina in Alaska said...

Hello Cuby from Anchorage Alaska! Thanks for your visits to my humble blog. Have you ever visited Alaska?

Roy said...

You have a rare gift Cuby, being able to create this.

the cuby poet said...

Roy:Thank you so much for your comment.

the cuby poet said...

Ina in Alaska: Hi there and welcome to my blog. Sadly I have never been to Alaska but have seen many photos of its beauty. I have been in Lapland a few times and have a fascination for northern climes which is how I chose to visit you!

Anonymous said...

Thank you for sharing your secret place--unless you had another secret to keep. I am feeling the sun on my back looking out over the ocean and watching the wasp.

Doris said...

I love the way your writing conjures up immediate pictures. They make me want to get to my easel.

the cuby poet said...

upwoods: Glad you were there with me.

the cuby poet said...

Doris: Welcome to my blog. I draw with words and you with your paint with your brush. Both great ways of expression.

KaHolly said...

Sounds heavenly! Sometimes, we have mornings like that, barely a ripple in the harbor and just as quiet and serene as you can stand it!!

the cuby poet said...

KaHolly: You are correct it was achingly beautiful.