Chichester harbour, late autumn walk

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The groynes stand black 

mud-stuck and firm,

estuary tides wash timber thin.

Cormorant, Curlew and Black headed Gull

take their rest from flight and wing.


Sun slips toward its rising self

magnetic in her splendour,

then kissing gently disappear’s

so mighty, yet so tender.


Canvas folded,

decks cleared and washed

wire clinks on metalled mast,

ghost ships now upon the calm

their crews are sleeping fast,


then waking, the swell whispers in,

raising natures glory higher,

the daily ascension renewed begins

to set clean skies afire. 


◄ Red brick

A gift from the people..... ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 13th Dec 2016 10:14

Thanks Mike,

inspired by a truly magical moment.


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Tue 13th Dec 2016 01:45

Brilliant David!

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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 5th Dec 2016 09:26

Thanks Martin,

I have spent a few cosy afternoons in The Anchor Bleu, great place.


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Martin Elder

Sun 4th Dec 2016 15:19

A lovely poem David , as has already been said very evocative. Love the line 'magnetic in her splendour then kissing gently'

I agree with you and Colin the traffic can be really bad round there. It is worth trying the anchor bleu in Bosham if you get the chance but beware of the tide, people have had their cars disappear when the tide comes in.

Nice one David

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Wolfgar Miere

Sun 4th Dec 2016 11:47

Thanks Colin, Chichester is a nice town. I usually skirt around the centre now and head to the harbour near Bosham.


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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 3rd Dec 2016 08:11

Thanks all for those encouraging and kind comments.

I was captivated by the scene, and really pleased that the photograph seemed to hold it.

I've been curious about the varying types of groynes and their purpose's in landscapes for a while now, I'd been waiting for the right frame to reveal itself so I could use the strange word.

Thanks again,


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Fri 2nd Dec 2016 16:48

How do you manage so much beauty and revelation David. Highly intense yet somehow calmly observational. Great lines as already mentioned. A sense of time- honoured habits that match the sea's demands.
The photo perfectly matched.


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suki spangles

Fri 2nd Dec 2016 16:23

Groyness - I'm nicking that poetry word. Your cheque is in the post! Lovely poem.

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Stu Buck

Fri 2nd Dec 2016 15:21

wonderful! i swear if this was a hundred years ago it would fit in as perfectly as it does now.

also huge kudos for using the word groyne and not eliciting as giggle from me. quite the talent.

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