Before The Tide

Bright sunshine falls across grass fountains,

Sparkling against the dark green sod,

And dune crakes chorus their fishwife chatter,

Conversation with talking but no listening,

Sweet trill and chaff and coarse, guttural croak,

Pervades the furrowed dunes,

Whilst sea falls in wavelets upon the shore,

At pre-turn flat sea,

Beneath the dark faced island.


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Sat 21st Jan 2017 18:10

Thanks Martin

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Martin Elder

Fri 20th Jan 2017 18:14

This is a great piece of poetry, I particularly like the line and .
dune crakes chorus their fishwife chatter


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