out there

Today I remembered that day

The day we walked across

Red wharf bay

The tide was out

The sun was out

Our thoughts were out

Out there

Somewhere out to sea

As we tramped across the undulating sand

In places ridged and formed in perfect patterns of

Sculpted crinkle cut relief

Sand worm casts in patches

Like carefully drawn scratches

Scars upon the earth

And streams of unhurried water to ford

Snaking out to sea

Somewhere out there

And we skipped across the streams

Translucent cut seams in the sand

As if magically we could fly over the water

Like Peter Pan

And not get wet

But we didn’t

Our boots were soaked

But we did not care

We laughed at our own careless abandonment

Because our thoughts

Ourselves were out there

Beyond the sky

Beyond the sea

On the horizon drowned

We believed

We hoped

Lost forever

Somewhere out there

◄ Golden days

Ravaged ►

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Martin Elder

Thu 25th Oct 2018 16:17

Thanks a lot for that Tommy much appreciated. I am glad it exemplified Anglesey for you. It is a favourite spot of mine.

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Tommy Carroll

Thu 25th Oct 2018 00:26

Martin you will 'phew' at me but, I think Anglesey has been drawn by your words.

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Martin Elder

Mon 1st Oct 2018 20:09

Thank you so much for reading and commenting Hannah. much appreciated

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Hannah Collins

Sun 30th Sep 2018 20:01

Beautiful poem.
Loved the scene, the setting, the words, all of it.

Hannah

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Martin Elder

Fri 21st Sep 2018 22:23

Thanks to David Anya and Darren for liking and Ray Kate Colin and Rose for commenting.


This is one of those poems that I woke up a couple of mornings ago remembering a holiday that my wife and I had taken on Anglesey a couple of years ago so I kind of understand the love lost angle Ray because it is forever seen as a wonderful place for me where we can forget everything and everybody..


Kate I am totally with you with the ridges, some are hard and dried others are just soft and wet letting your toes slide into them.


Colin I just love almost every kind of beach The shingle ones have there own kind of beauty as well, even the ones in Sussex. Though it should be said that my favourite was always camber sands which I remember as a kid. Though the Welsh ones are truly beautiful

Rose I know exactly what you mean about Newborough we have spent many a happy day there. It is also a great place for flying kites. Enjoy


love to all and thanks again for reading and commenting

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Rose Casserley

Thu 20th Sep 2018 11:04

In my estimation Martin, there is no better place to visit than the Isle of Anglesey.

In fact, I'll be there in the very near future. My fave part of the Island is Newborough Forest leading down the beach to where I'll be doing a spot of beachcombing

thank's for wonderfully wetting my travelling appetite!



Rose 💋

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Thu 20th Sep 2018 08:50

super poem Martin - I have lots of photos taken on local beaches and you have described many of them here. Better to be out there than in here - wherever that might be! Col.

Kate G

Thu 20th Sep 2018 05:22

Beautiful poem Martin, I can feel the sand ridges under my feet. Thanks for taking me there.

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raypool

Wed 19th Sep 2018 22:32

Excellent scene setting and sense of poignancy and it seems a tale of lost love. A nice sense of lingering, bittersweet . Lovely poem Martin.

Ray

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