Sunday, 5 February 2012


By the old lifeboat station

Old lifeboat station stands alone
boards where windows stood
dirty white walls weather blown
many years eroded wood.

Sea is calm,so quiet, no sound
offshore water ruffles slight
like Tudor lace gently kisses ground
invisible waves, ripples no might.

Shale cliffs so low scarce there
sand is dark upon this strand
rocks caressed gently with care
tenderness in perfect band.

Suddenly run two wet suited guys
with surf boards pass so fast
straight into the sea, a big surprise
heroic, glacial to the last.

Early February day, scarves, hats for heat
air this cold, feels so free
pretty today, where water with sand meet
wild next week this fickle sea.

24 comments:

Yvonne said...

like your use of rhyme and alliteration and the last two lines round off the poem nicely.

the cuby poet said...

Yvonne: This took some time to construct so I am glad that you like it.

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

Such a lovely, vivid description.

Betsy from Tennessee said...

Very nice poem. You have such a wonderful gift. Glad you can portray your thoughts this way... Excellent!
Hugs,
Betsy

the cuby poet said...

Welshcakes: Thank you so much for your comments and so glad you found the description vivid and hope you could picture where I was.

the cuby poet said...

Betsy from Tennessee:Thank you for your kind comments. I hope your imagination took you to where I wrote this poem.

Lady Mondegreen's Secret Garden said...

Oh I can see the setting and feel the cold as well as the startlement of those two surfers dashing through your poem.

the cuby poet said...

Lady M: It is a great place so glad you could be there!!

Out on the prairie said...

Nice to be on the water, very pleasant read.

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

Brrr...not sure if I'd want to enter the water this time of year. I did so enjoy reading this!

the cuby poet said...

Out on the prairie: So pleased you enjoyed reading this.These surfers seemed to spend most of the time in the water....brrr!

the cuby poet said...

Lisa @Two Bears Farm: I am sure I wouldn't even with a wetsuit on! I am so pleased you enjoyed this one.

Al said...

Pretty but cold! I don't see lifeboat stations where I live.

the cuby poet said...

Al: It was chillingly cold!

Viola said...

Lovely poem, it's like I can see the old life boat house..

You're clever! :)

the cuby poet said...

Viola:So pleased you were with me and liked this poem. :)

Crafty Green Poet said...

lovely description

the cuby poet said...

Crafty Green Poet:Thanks.

CherryPie said...

What a lovely description.

I see those crazy dudes going out in all weathers ;-)

the cuby poet said...

CherryPie: It never ceases to amaze me that whatever the temperature there are always people in the sea wetsuited of course!

eileeninmd said...

Hello Cuby, I can picture this scene with the sea and the surfers. It could be a similiar scene here on a cold Maryland beach watching the surfers in their wet suits.

the cuby poet said...

eileeninmd: So pleased you could picture this as I want to share the lovely places that inspire my poetry.

Gary said...

I like this poem!! Boom & Gary of the Vermilon River, Canada.

the cuby poet said...

Gary: Thank you for reading it.