When passion rolls the waves

Angry now, the sea
churns up the ocean bed.
Four sheets to the wind,
the frothy counterpane
bears witness to great
Neptune’s passion-filled surge.

Such wild, such reckless,
abandon must surely
exhaust itself ‘ere long…

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7 Word Sunday – Thief

Sand whipped,
Land ripped…
Watery Wind Thief

The excessive rain has washed away all the earth beneath the road.

Sand washed away from beneath the jetty leaving it exposed to the power of the sea.

A watery playground

In the lazy dazzle

of a hazy autumnal sun,

 I watch the sea leap and dance,

 the waves a turbulent mass

of energy unleashed.

A jet skier climbs and cuts a swathe

Through the terre verte of this playground’s mighty swell.

All that‘s left of the lone windsurfer

glimpsed far out to sea earlier

is the Milk Tray Man sloshing with seal-like

wetsuit there across the car park –

 the wind  hastening him to his car.

A few bedraggled and windswept dog-walkers

look, with me, seawards across the sands.

Sands which are now bereft

of their tourist adornments.

I prefer them just plainly

beautiful.