Beach Moods 4

Waves churning

Clay and brackish

Channel turned brown

As it beats upon the shore

Horses running

Racing each other

Foam blowing on the air

Only to collapse on at the edge

They draw back to try again

Beach Moods 3

On the edge at high tide

Waves rolling sea spray flies

Moon shines down reflects  on sea

Tin foil illusion washes over me

Water thumping on beach groins

Holding fast keeping shore in line

Beautiful energies holds time and space

Memories of last year show their face

Notes on Beach Moods

I walk my dog along the beach 4 times daily. The beach is constantly changing with it's tidal flow.  I've loved living here this year and now I am feeling it's Awen flow through me and words want to spill out as I try to describe it. 

 This series is going to concentrate on the beach and her moods. The place where land sea and sky meet. I may be inspired to write a whole poem, a verse or just a line. I'm looking forward to working on the edge of the land with its magic and mystery. 

Beach Moods 2

Salty air rushing by

Seagulls hang in steely sky

Raindrops patter on my skin

Wind rushes through, stirs within

Beach Moods 1

Ridges on the sands 

Ripples on the sea 

Waves whisper and murmur 

As they roll towards me 

Light of moon reflects 

Shimmers in the dark 

Imprints on my mind

Leaving their mark

Lights upon the ocean

Reflecting like sea stars

Silent and still

Near yet afar

Shingle crunching under feet

Silence surrounding me

Envelopes me like a sheet

How I love the sea

Giant's Fall - one of the folk tales of The Giant of Wilmington

Giant at Wilmington lies so still

He doth forever lie so still

Looks over fields out to the north

'Cross fertile lands whence grains spring forthe

I'll tell a tale from long ago

Tell a tale of which I know

There were two giants lived on these Downs

Each had a barrow large and round

They looked across the river with hate

They smouldered, vented, how they did hate

One dark night they'd had enough

Each collected boulders big and rough

They hurled across the river there

Crators still mark the ground so bare

Big great dents 'pon yonder Down

At which the Fae still dance around

They shouted, yelled pulled out their hair

Made much a din this raucous pair

Firle Giant got his hammer out

Wilmington waved his staffs about

The Firle Giant aimed a throw

Right at his brow it was to go

It flew with speed, hit his foe's head

And Wilmington he sorely bled

Wilmington fell up on that brow

Tripped over edge, still lies there now

His staffs in hand for all to see

And there forever he will ever be

Whatever happened once up here

We make our offerings throughout the year

We show our thanks, we sing with praise

And we ask for happy days

Sarah, Bard and Ovate of OBOD (The Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids)